Watersports

I ended getting some money back from the feds this year, but it was offset by me having to make a pretty substantial estimated tax payment on April 15 as well (I don't have money withheld from my Social Security and pensions, so pay it quarterly).

Chapter 29:    I laid down and got comfortable in the tub while Jennifer walked into my bedroom. She took a look around and was aghast at the sight of my crib. She could barely think of it though, as all of this bath tub intimacy had aroused her too much. She laid down in my crib and shoved her hand down her diaper and began to fondle herself as she played with her nipple with the other hand.    She was gone so long my bath water got cold. “Jennifer!” I called out to her. “My bath water’s getting cold. I wanna get out now!”    She walked in and her hair was a mess. As she got close I could smell her hands. “Come on.” She said as she helped me out of the tub. Standing there so close to her and thinking of how she touched me I couldn’t help but get hard again. “Oh, did you not help yourself with that while I was gone?”   “No, my mom says I’m not allowed to masturbate anymore.”   “Oh sweetheart. You know I’d never enforce that. Come on, let's get you to your…” She thought for a second, “Your bed.” She dried me off with a towel then picked up my diaper and ushered me to my room.    “What about my baby monitor?” I asked in a whisper.”    “Your baby monitor!?” Jennifer asked, suddenly terrified.   “Yeah, my mom always keeps the other half with her. It’s one of those long range ones that goes through the internet.”    “Shit. She heard everything.” Jennifer said.    “Heard what everything? We haven’t done anything in here.”   “I’ve done a lot in here. It’s bad.”   “So what do we do?”   “I- I have no idea.”    “Well what did you do exactly?”   “I umm. I may have touched myself in your bed.” She bowed her head in shame.   “Oh, well that’s fine. It’s me that’s not allowed to touch myself. What you did was unprofessional, but I can’t see any real trouble coming from it.”    “You really think so.”   “Yeah, we’ll just go back to normal.” I grabbed the blue mat and laid it out, then I laid down on it. “Put my diaper back on for me, ok?”   “Uhh, yeah.” She pushed her long brown hair up behind her ear then got down on her knees. She spread out the diaper and put it underneath me, then she taped it on. “Good boy.” She said as she patted the front of my diaper. We stood up then she put me in a T-shirt and we walked back out to the living room.    I climbed into my playpen and she got in with me. “Why are you doing that?” I asked.    “Just because you have to be in here doesn’t mean you have to be alone. She picked up one of my toys, a little plastic t-rex. “Let’s Play!” She said, smiling.   We played with my toys, moving them around and making a little story together. We had a lot of fun joking about plotlines and awesome stuff like explosions. At one point my Captain Marvel Toy was about to lose when my Wolverine toy stepped in to save her. Captain Marvel was so grateful she kissed him. A tension was building, I could feel her getting closer. She touched my arm and there was nothing I wanted more. I leaned in to kiss her and she moved her head so my kiss would hit her cheek.    “The nanny cam, Gene, remember.” She whispered.   “Oh.” I was a little hurt she rejected my kiss, but I understood that it was necessary. I bowed my head. “I understand.”    “You’re a good boy, but that’s all you are. You’re just a boy.” She got up and climbed out of the playpen. “How about we watch some TV?” She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV then she put on Cartoon Network and went on her phone to scroll on tiktok. I half paid attention to Stephen Universe as I tried not to cry.     Eventually Jennifer got up in a hurry and ran to the bathroom. I heard her suddenly stop running then she walked back to the living room and grabbed her purse, after that she walked slowly to the bathroom. I heard some paper rip and a wet flop. Then I heard some crinkling paper like something was being opened up. I heard two steps as some paper rustled and then silence for a few moments before she walked back out with her Yoga Pants on backwards.    “Are you wearing your Yoga Pants backwards?” I asked.    “Oh shit.” She said as went around the corner to the kitchen where she thought I couldn't see her. I could see her in the mirror though. She pulled down her pants and I saw her diaper and bare her thighs, she stepped out of the pants and turned them around. She noticed herself in the mirror and checked herself out. She squeezed her own butt then gave a gentle sigh. Before she looked just to the upper left and saw my reflection staring at her, my mouth agape. She quickly put on her yoga pants and rushed back to the living room. “Gene! Were you watching me change!?” She asked furiously.   “No! Yes! I don’t know!” I panicked.    “That’s a bad boy! A very bad boy! I don’t want any more of this creepy behavior out of you for the rest of the day or I’ll do something about it!”   “What are you gonna do?” I asked, terrified.   “I’m, uh, I’m gonna. I’LL FIGURE IT OUT WHEN THE TIME COMES! Just stop!”    “Ok. Yes Ma’am.”    She took a deep breath and calmed down. “Now, I’m gonna make you lunch. What do you want to eat?”    “Can we have grilled cheese?”   “Yes. But you have to have a vegetable.”    “Green Pepper?”    “Ok.” She went back to the kitchen and started cooking while I sat in my playpen and cringed about getting caught.    Eventually the grilled cheese was cooked and Jennifer came into the living room to get me. “Alright hop on out, big boy.” She said with a smile. She didn’t seem angry at all anymore.   I climbed out of my playpen and walked to the kitchen with her. She directed me to a seat at the table with a sandwich there. “No Green Peppers?” I asked.   “They’re in the sandwich.” She smiled and put her hand on my back.    I took one bite and with my mouth full I said “Oh wow. The flavours go really well together and did you use hard cheese instead of cheese slices?”    “Yep and just a light amount of ranch for a bit of sour.”    I swallowed and said “It’s incredible.”    “Thanks.” She sat down and watched me eat.   “Are you gonna have any?” I asked.   “No, I’ve gained too much weight recently. I’m sitting this one out.”   “But didn’t you say you have an eating disorder? You need to gain weight.”    “Well that’s up to me.” She said dryly.    “I’m just worried about you.”    “I’m the babysitter Gene. You don’t worry about me.”    “I can’t help it. You’re important to me. You were one of my first friends.”    “GENE!” She whisper screamed, “What about the nanny cam?”    “It’s in the living room. We should be safe out here. I know those teddy bear models. The mics are shoddy ya can’t hear anything from too far away.”    “So the kitchen’s a safe zone, huh?” She took a moment to think, then she stood up, grabbed my head and kissed me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her in closer so she sat on my right leg with her legs on either side. She gyrated on my lap as I caressed her back and shoulders.    I pushed her away. “I thought you didn’t want me like this.”    “I always wanted you like this. It was never the right time.” She moved in again and we kept making out until I heard the door open and my mom walk in.   I quickly pushed her off but my mom saw just as Jennifer was moving away.    “EUGENE BEVERLY TOBIAS LITTLEWOOD WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING WITH YOUR BABYSITTER!?” She screamed and began whacking Jennifer with her purse. “Get out! Get out of my house!” Jennifer quickly grabbed her purse and phone and ran out of the house.    “You are in more trouble than you could possibly imagine, little boy!” My mom stared at me with unimaginably evil eyes.” She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to my feet. She walked over to the hallway closet and grabbed the electric bug zapper. She ripped off my diaper and pulled me over her knee in one fluid motion as she sat down on the couch and wacked my butt with the zapper. With every wack I was also zapped. My heart skipped beats, the pain was nothing I had perceived as possible, I could smell my butt cheeks burning. “Are you ready to apologize?!"   “Yes Mommy! Yes!” I cried and begged.    She stopped spanking me, but kept me in my position. “And I want a good apology or else it starts again.”   “I’m sorry I disobeyed your rules and kissed a girl again!” I shouted, “I’m not mature enough to be doing those activities and I shouldn’t have done them without your permission.”    “That’s right! I’m glad you’ve learned your lesson. Maybe it’ll stick this time. Now march! I’m putting you in your crib! You take naps now! Every weekend day from 1 to 3.”    I walked to my bedroom and climbed in my crib. Mom picked up my diaper and fastened me back into it before putting up my crib bars and leaving the room.    I laid there trying to process what just happened. All of that was so fast yet so devastating. When the feeling hit my brain my tears fell like water falls from my eyes and I began to openly weep until I actually did fall asleep for my nap. The rest of the night was quiet. There was a tension between me and my mom. I ate supper and she put me to bed again. I laid there in my crib with my pacifier in my mouth and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t with so much on my mind. Jennifer was for sure never going to be my babysitter again and my first day back in highschool was tomorrow.”    Chapter 30:   I woke up in the morning with a blistering headache. It had been hard to sleep through the night. It was only 5am so I knew I would be sitting in my crib for a while. I picked up my toys from yesterday, my Infernape and Godzilla and began to make a little story with them. Before I knew it was getting carried away and actually enjoying it.    At 6am I heard my mom's alarm. She got out of bed and came over to me.    “Hi sweet boy! Are you playing with your toys?”    “Yeah.” I blushed, a little embarrassed to be enjoying it so much.    She put down the bars of my crib and then helped me out. “We gotta get you ready for school!” She said with a smile, “You're gonna learn so much!” She ripped off the tapes of my diaper and I heard a wet slap hit the floor. I hadn't realized how wet I was, but it was pretty squishy. “Now go take a shower while I make you breakfast.”    “Ok Mommy.” I practically skipped out of the room, excited to be able to do my morning routine. It had been quite a few days and my skin and hair were getting dried out and uncomfortable.    I got in the shower, lathered up, cleaned myself, paid special attention to my downstairs area and then moisturized. I put in my leave in conditioner to get my hair soft and wavy like I like.    As I was getting ready to leave the bathroom I felt a rumble in my lower tummy and realized it was the perfect opportunity to avoid a poopy diaper. I thought about using the toilet, but I knew that wasn’t allowed so the next best option was…      I walked out with a sad and guilty looking face, stark naked and pouting. “Mommy” I confessed “I had an accident in the shower.”    She looked at me and tried to hide her face lighting up by turning it into a light scowl. “Which kind?”   “I pooped.” I looked away in fake shame.    “Oh baby.” She hustled over and rubbed my back then she walked into the bathroom to see it sitting there in the tub. “Don’t you worry about that. I’ll clean it up, you go put out the blue mat and lay on it so I can put you back in a diaper.”    “Ok mommy.” I said drearily as I walked slowly back to my room. I smirked once I was out of sight.    Mom had a difficult time cleaning it all up. It was really sticky and on the porcelain. My way of punishing her for all she’s done to me. Eventually when the task was done, she came in and wiped my butt, then she put me in a fresh diaper and helped me get dressed. She grabbed a t-shirt for me, my uniform. A forest green tshirt with “4 More Years Program” Written on the front. On the back it said “If found alone, please return to Mrs Blanche.” The shirt was scratchy and unpleasant, but the good news was it was massively over sized, so at least I had wiggle room. Next mom grabbed corduroys from the dresser and helped me into those. They were the ones with the buttons at the crotch to make diaper checks easier. She went to the living room and grabbed my bookbag before she loaded up a few random toys, a scribbler and some pencils. I slipped my game boy and some games into the side compartment. Then she put in some fresh diapers and a change of pants in case I leak. I ate breakfast, she had made pancakes and they were pretty good, blueberry has always been my favourite. She packed me a quick lunch and then she ushered me out to the car.    We drove across town to the school and as I stared out the window I began to panic. I was about to be seen by people in the way that I am. A pit formed in my stomach and I took deep breaths trying not to cry.    “What’s wrong, baby?” My mom put her hand on my shoulder, “Are you worried about your first day of school?”   “Y-yeah.” A few tears slipped from my eyes as I turned to look at her. “Everyone’s gonna see me and they’re gonna know about what’s wrong with me.”    “Oh sweetheart, everybody already knows what’s wrong with you the moment they see you. Don’t worry about how you look, because you’re still growing up. You’re gonna go there today, you’re gonna make friends and you’re gonna learn some lessons. It’s all gonna be alright.”    I felt insulted by her telling me everyone could see my immaturity right away. It made me more angry than I was sad or scared. I turned back to the window and pouted.     We arrived at the school and she parked the car. She walked around and helped me out. “Hold my hand please!” she said sharply.   “But mommy everyone’s gonna see.” I whined.    “Remember what we just talked about. There’s no hiding this.”    I took her hand and she walked me to administration. “Hi, I have Eugene Littlewood here for the four more years program.”    “Oh, ok. Hi Eugene!” The secretary said, “I remember when you used to go to school here. You were the little boy who was always needing to go home.” She turned to my mom and whispered “Is he still having his accidents?”   “Yes, and a lot more. But don’t worry he’s wearing D-I-A-P-E-R-S now.” She spelled it out as if the kids sitting in the waiting area wouldn’t be able to spell diapers.    “I’ll take him to Mrs Blanche’s room.” The Secretary said as she stepped around the desk and grabbed my hand.    My mom let go of the other hand and said. “Have a nice day sweetheart. Mommy loves you.” She blew me a kiss and left.    I ducked my head as we turned the corner. All the other students in the hall stared at me, wondering why I was holding hands with the secretary, then when they read my shirt they understood and looked away.    Eventually we arrived at the Library and walked in. I saw all the books, computers and comfy couches and thought if this is where I’ll be maybe it won’t be so bad. We came to a green door with a small rectangular window and the secretary knocked. A short woman with a salt and pepper flat top hair cut opened the door. “Hello! How can I help you?” She adjusted her glasses and looked at my shirt “Oh! Gene! You must be my new student! Come on in.” She gave me a hug then ushered me in by the small of my back.    There were two tables, a TV and some swivel chairs as well as a big desk labeled for Mrs Blanche. Posters all over the wall with kittens and birds and a bunch of thick blue mats leaned against the wall. I saw a bathroom just off the entry way. There were stacks of diapers and pull-ups in there as well as a commode above the toilet. A bunch of slow looking people were scattered around the room, most of them at the table and two of them watching TV.   Mrs Blanche clapped her hands and began explaining “Ok so there are two options for what we’re doing right now. Some students are cutting up construction paper and making decorations for the hippie dance tomorrow, but if that sounds too hard for you, we’ve got sesame street on over by the swivel chairs.”    “I can help make decorations.” I offered, trying to seem like I was on the side of students who could do complex tasks.    “Okaleedoakaleedoo!” She smiled. She walked me over to the table and introduced me to everyone. Tani, Oakley, Viktor and Anny were all the students helping make decorations. Anny seemed very well put together for someone in here. She showed me how to make the little paper cutting rainbow, all with actions she never said a word. Everybody else was talking basically non stop about Spiderman, clock towers whatever caught their fancy. It was a scatter brained and uneven conversation where everyone interrupted each other. Anny never said a word, but she seemed lucid, like she was understanding everyone.    I made about 6 decorations when I heard a bell ring. “Alright everybody, it’s snack break.” Mrs Blanche called out. Everyone grabbed their lunch pails from their book bags so I decided to do the same. They grabbed one thing each. The two over by the TV didn’t move so Mrs Blanche grabbed their snacks for them. They all went and kneeled on the red carpet in one corner of the room. Mrs Blanche turned up the volume on sesame street. And turned the TV to face the carpet.    Anny took out her phone and began scrolling on instagram. She sighed then smiled.    I walked up to her “Hey is that instagram? I used to use instagram a lot until I got my phone taken away.”   Anny looked at me with confused pity. She typed something into her notes app and showed it to me. “Why did they take your phone away?”    “My mom said I’m not mature enough to have one anymore.”    “That sucks.” She typed. She turned the phone back and typed some more. “I prefer Anne by the way. I’m normal in my brain, I just can’t talk.”    “Wow, that must suck.” I empathized with her, “Is that the only reason you’re in the four more years program?”    She typed “Yeah. I was never a star student, but other than the talking thing I take care of myself. I think it’s pretty ridiculous that I'm here. There are jobs for people who can’t talk, I could be out there living a life.”   “Yeah, there for sure is jobs like that. At my old daycare there was even a woman just like you who was in charge of me.”    Anne made a face that implied she was going “EXACTLY!”    “Are you over 18? Have you tried to leave?”    “I am and I really want to but my mom controls everything. She has me by the balls.”    I read it and laughed at the phrasing. “You’re really funny.”    She nodded her head. “Humour’s my coping mechanism. My life is terrible, but I find the fun in the little moments.”    “That’s great. Always keep your head up.” I agreed.    “So why are you here?” She asked.   “Oh I’ve been deemed too immature to take care of myself by the government now my mom has full control over my life. She made me drop out of college and come back here.”    “Damn and you think my life sucks. Haha.” She typed.    I burst out laughing and fell into three soft sulks as I once again realized how bad my life is.    Mrs Blanche approached us and squatted down to our level. “You two seem to be getting along well!” She said, “Gene, Anny is one of our much more advanced students. Seeing how well you’re getting along I can’t help but wonder if you may be up there too.”    “Well I’d definitely say I’m advanced for here. I was in college up until a few days ago and my mom made me drop out.”    “Well I’m sorry to hear that.” She placed her hand on my shoulder. “I can’t imagine that being a pleasant experience between then and now.”    “It really wasn’t.” I agreed.    “Well, you just let me know if you need anything to feel more comfortable here and we can work something out. Like normally we don’t allow phones or Ipads in here, but since Anny uses hers to talk we let her bring it in, but she's only allowed to use social media on breaks.”    “Oh that’s cool. I brought a gameboy, can I use that on my breaks?”    “Of course. Actually Viktor loves video games. He has a nintendo switch he brings to school and he plays it when he needs to calm down and on most breaks, maybe you two will get along!”    “Yeah, maybe. That sounds fun.” I was lying of course. Viktor smelled very bad, he spat when he talked and he obsessively talked about clocks and clock towers and the inner workings of mechanical parts. I was an engineering student, but after two hours of nonstop mechanic talk it was pretty exhausting.    The bell rang and everybody got up and back to their spots. Mrs Blanche turned the TV back down and moved it to face the swivel chairs again. I was sad because I realized I forgot to eat my apple. I took a bite and kept working making the rainbows in between bites.    Mrs Blanche came over and grabbed the apple. “Hey Gene. I was just noticing you’re eating an apple, while working with paper, ok? So I need you to sit away from the paper while you’re eating so you don’t get juice on the paper. Is that ok?”    “Oh, yeah, sure.” I said as I pushed my chair away from the table. It was a little embarrassing to have to be told that in front of Anne, but Mrs Blanche was surprisingly reasonable. I sat there and daydreamed about maybe getting closer with Anne. Sasha and Jennifer were so far out of reach, but for who knows how long I was gonna see Anne every day. We seemed to be of equal minds or maybe she was a bit better than me, but who knows. I’d bet she’s pretty desperate here too.   Chapter 31:    I finished my apple, then wiped my hands on my pants, I scooched my chair back up and kept working on decorations.    “Hey Gene, you’re supposed to eat snacks during the breaks.” Viktor explained arrogantly.   “Yeah, I just forgot because I was talking to Anne.” I smiled politely, pretending to be embarrassed.   “Anny doesn’t talk though and her name is Anny not Anne.”    “She has her own way of talking and I think she prefers Anne.”    “No she doesn’t, her name is Anny! Everybody calls her Anny!” Viktor started to get heated.    Mrs Blanche approached. “Hey guys, I saw things kinda goin’ haywire here. What seems to be the problem?”    I was too shy so Viktor spoke first “He’s calling Anny by the wrong name and trying to tell me she can talk.”    “What name are you calling her, Gene?” Mrs Blanche asked, with a curious half smile.   “I’m calling her Anne, because she told me over the break, she prefers Anne over Anny.”    Mrs Blanche looked over at Anne. “Is that true Anne?”    Anne took out her phone and wrote “Anny makes me feel childish. Anne just sounds more adult.”    Mrs Blanche thought for a moment then nodded her head. “Ok I’ll call you that from now on. All you had to do was ask.” She turned her head back to Viktor. “Listen, Viktor I know you don’t like change, but can we maybe try calling Anny Anne from now on because she likes that better.”   “No, it’s always been Anny. Anny Anny Anny!” Viktor whined.    “Ya see that’s not very nice to Anne, now is it Viktor? She doesn’t like being called Anny. What if I called you Viky? That wouldn’t be fun now would it?”    “mm .” He whined, “But it’s not fair, why should I have to change what I do because of what she doesn’t like.”    “Because that’s one of the building blocks of maturity. You wanna be a big boy, right? You’re 18 now, so can’t you show some people some respect so you can be respected in return.”    He took a moment to think. “Ok. I guess I can call her Anne. It’s a stupid name though.”     “Viktor!” She said sharply, “You know we’re not allowed to say stupid in here. Go on time out.”   “But I was compromising!” Viktor whined.    “And compromising is good, but being mean to your friends is bad. You’re an adult and I’m trusting you can separate the difference.”    “Uugh!” He groaned as he got up and sat in a small yellow chair in the corner of the room.”    Anne typed on her phone “Thanks for standing up for me.” She showed it to both of us.”    “Any time.” I said.    “Of course Anne.” Mrs Blanche agreed.   Some time passed and we made more decorations, Viktor eventually got off time out. He was forced to apologize to Anne and then he got back to work. Loudly I heard a bell ring.    “Ok everyone, it’s lunch hour!” Mrs Blanche called out, then she walked up to me. “Hi Gene, so here at the four more years program we take you all out to the middle school playground on the other side of the building and since it’s fenced in, you get to run around and do whatever you want, within the rules.”    “Ok, that sounds fun.” I responded with a smile.    Everyone grabbed their lunch bags.   Mrs Blanche grabbed a rope and had the two really out of it boys by the TV grab on at the back. I didn’t understand why she would want them at the back until eventually everybody grabbed onto the rope and we walked out back into the library. The Librarian walked over and grabbed the end of the rope.   “Gene, this is Mrs Catswell. She supervises the rope from the back so nobody wanders off and I guide the group.”    “Ok!” I said, not knowing what else to say.”    Soon we were being guided through the halls and all the other kids stared at us. I saw my little cousin and tried to hide my face.    “Hey Gene!” He called out.    “Shit.” I thought. Then I shouted back to him to be polite, “Hey Todd!”    We walked down the hall aways then came to the glass doors. My old middle school and high school were connected buildings so when we stepped outside we found ourselves in the middle school playground, but it was empty.    “Ok everyone! Have fun!” Mrs Blanche called out and we all dispersed.    I followed Anne to a bench by the dumpsters and sat next to her. She smiled at me.    “Why do you sit so close to the dumpsters?” I asked.     She typed on her phone “None of the other special kids can stand being over here. It makes for good peace and quiet.”    “Oh, do you want to be alone?” I asked.    “Not from you, you seem cool.” She typed.    I smiled at her, brightly “Thanks!” We sat in silence as we dug out our food. I took one bite of my sandwich and she showed me some more text “What kinda hobbies are you into?”    “Well I like video games, kinda, mostly nintendo stuff. I like chess and I’m super good at it and I’ve recently gotten into partying and stuff. When I was in college I did some wild stuff.”    She tilted her head and smiled. “A college boy?” She typed.    “Yeah, I was studying engineering, before my mother took that away.”    She placed her hand on my shoulder and rubbed her face on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her back and we stayed together as we ate.    Eventually when we finished Mrs Blanche walked up to us. “Hey, I saw you two cuddling, didn’t wanna ruin your vibe, but I’ve really got to talk to Gene about something, I think he’d prefer in private.”    “Ok.” I said, I was reluctant to get off our cuddle bench but I had learned better than to turn down privacy. I stood up and Anne reached out for me like she wanted me to come back. “I’ll be back, don’t worry.”    We walked over to the basketball court and no one was playing. “So Gene, your mother told me when she signed you up for the program that you wear some protection for bathroom accidents and I haven't seen you go to the bathroom all day. I was wondering if you need maybe some fresh protection, or help getting to a bathroom?”    “Umm.” I moved my legs around to try and feel my diaper, “It feels like I did wet myself a little. I think it can hold more. It might be a good idea to change me maybe a little later though. Can I ask you to help me out of my diaper when I need to poop? I’m good at making it to the bathroom for poops.”    “Absolutly any time you need help with anything, especially that, you come right up and tell me.”    “Ok, thank you.” I smiled. “Can I go back with Anne now?”    “Yes you can. Just remember to keep it PG13 over there. Remember it’s a high school, so we have rules about PDA.”    “Ok, thanks for warning me.” I said as I walked back over to Anne.    I sat down next to Anne and she already had “What was that about?” Typed on her phone.   “Just talking to me about some medical stuff. It turned out to be nothing.”    Anne nodded her head and leaned back into me.     Eventually Lunch Hour was over and we all grabbed onto the rope again. Mrs Blanche walked us through the Cafeteria again then back through the Library and into our small little room.    “Ok everyone!” Mrs Blanche called out. “Now I’ll be back in an hour after I eat my lunch, ok? Mrs Catswell is gonna read some more from the Outsiders and some student helpers are gonna come in to keep an eye on you.”    Mrs Catswell pulled a swivel chair to the edge of the carpet and everyone else made their way over to the carpet.    Three actual high school students walked in. They appeared to be around 15 or 16. Two of them were girls, they walked up to Viktor “Hey Viktor! Are you excited for more story?”    “No, not really.” Vikor said, “I wish we were reading something about clocks.” They smirked like he was cute for being so blunt.    The boy walked up to Anne. “Hey Anny! It’s a beautiful day outside, isn’t it? I saw you sitting in the playground, from upstairs in the Chemistry room. Do you got a little boyfriend or something?” He teased her, with a playful smirk.    Anne blushed and shook her head no, nervously.    “Aww that’s adorable. Anny’s got a cru-ush.” He cooed at her.    I noticed all the smarter kids grabbing copies of the book from the counter so I went up and grabbed one too.    Viktor and the others sat down on the carpet. “Here sit next to me, Anny!” the boy said to Anne and she did sit next to him. “I’ll help you sound out the words.”    Anne looked visibly sickened by the thought the moment the boy looked away, but as soon as he looked back she put on her fake smile. I sat down on the other side of Anne with just a short distance between us.    Mrs Catswell looked around and saw everyone down. “Alright everyone open your books, to the book marked page.” and as we did she began reading. I looked over and saw the boy tracing his fingers along the page to show Anne and every few words he would say a syllable out loud as if he was trying to teach her to talk. I sort of half followed along in my book, while mostly listening to Mrs Catswell read. I had already read this story my first time in high school but I remembered it being a good one.    It was honestly a bit fun to have this reading time. It went by fast. It was a bit like listening to an Audio book, but as a communal experience. Eventually Mrs Blanche came back and Mrs Catwell and the student helpers left.    “You did such a good job today, Anny!” The boy said as he ruffled Anne’s hair. As soon as he left she used her phone as a mirror to fix her hair, she looked pissed.    When I stood up I felt a quake in my lower abdomen. I went up and spoke to Mrs Blanche. “Can I get some help in the bathroom?” I whispered.    “Ok.” She whispered back. She took me by the arm and walked me into the bathroom. She closed the door and locked it behind us. “So what do you need?”    I pulled down my pants. “I just need you to untape my diaper and then tape it back on when i’m done.”    “Ok.” She examined my diaper. “Wouldn’t it be better to put you in a fresh diaper?” She asked.    I groped my diaper to check myself. “Yeah I’d say it’s about that time.”    “Ok.” She said, then she approached and untaped me. A wet slap hit the floor and I cringed that people may have heard that. I sat down on the toilet and tried to poop, but I was too nervous to do it in front of someone.    “Can you turn around, please?”    “Of course.” and she did.    I pushed some out and wiped myself then grabbed some wet wipes to wipe the pee off of my front. “Ok, I’m ready for my diaper now.”    Mrs Blanche turned around and grabbed a diaper from the counter, she unfolded it and brought it under and around me. Then she taped it on, very easily. The diaper was thinner than the ones I had at home and it had pictures of teddy bears and letter blocks. She tugged up my pants for me. Finally I washed my hands before we left the bathroom.    When I walked out Anne was staring at me, confusedly. I sat down at the table next to her and she typed on her phone. “What were you two doing in there?”    “I’d rather not say.” I cringed.    “You need help in the bathroom? Is that why you’re here?”    “I uhhhhh, it’s part of it.”    “I’m sorry.” She showed me then grabbed my arm.”     “Why was that boy trying to help you speak? I mean, like why is it you can’t speak?”   She typed on her phone for a while “They don’t understand it’s a physical injury here. When I was 4 my grandpa let me drink hot coffee straight from the pot. It burned my throat and melted my larynx and vocal chords. They think I can learn to talk again some day, but it’s still painful to talk. Like everything is stiff and frozen.”    “What does it sound like when you try?” I asked   She typed on her phone “A gremlin” Then she made a weak gargled noise with her actual voice. It was terrifying and grossed me out a little, but I couldn’t say that to her face.   “I’m so sorry.” I said as I put my hand on her shoulder, “It must be so hard to live like this and to be talked down to like that.”     “Thanks for understanding.” She typed on her phone.    The rest of the day wasn’t much longer. Only an hour left. We got walked out to the school yard on our rope again and all the other kids walked by to their buses as we waited for our parents to pick us up. I waved goodbye to Anne then my mom showed up and I climbed in with her.    “How was your first day back at school?” She asked.    “Ya know what, mommy, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna be   Chapter 32:    I spent the next month in consistent shame and agony. Mrs Blanche was as kind as possible, but I did have to be put on time out a few times. I remember Anne was furious the day she got put on time out. She was too grown up for that, so she wrote a rant to Mrs Blanche about how Viktor was the one who pushed her down and she wasn’t fighting.    The rant had too many swear words in it so Mrs Blanche took her phone away for the day and it wasn’t a day we were using pencils or markers so Anne basically lost her talking privileges until she went home.   Eventually June came along which brought about the end of the school year. One morning my mother sat me down and had a talk about what she was gonna do with me over the summer.    “I need to find something to do with you on the days that I have work.” She sighed, “I’d like to hire you a babysitter, but I just don’t know who I could trust.”    “It’s hard, but maybe we could try me staying home alone again.” I pitched and winced at the same time.    “She scowled at me and responded with nothing. “I’m thinking I’ll likely be sending you back to that daycare you spent one day at back when you were in college. I know that they were hard on you, but that might just be exactly what you need.”    “No, mommy please! I can’t go back there.” I begged.    She grabbed my face and rubbed my cheeks. “Wow, you really don’t wanna go back.” She smiled compassionately, “You’re going back.”    I bowed my head. Horrified at the prospect of my return to the dreaded Little Kid Room.    The rest of the day was normal.   It was gearing up to be one of the last few days of school. There was nothing major to do so I was sitting between Anne and Viktor, the three of us doing very simple word searches. There may have been 100 letters and words like Duck and Boy were on the list.    “Hey Anne.” I whispered.   Anne nodded.   “My mom was telling me this morning she’s gonna be sending me to a daycare this summer.”    Anne cringed, looking like she was feeling genuine pain for me.    “Listen, I know you and me have been getting close over this past month and-”    Anne tilted her head looking suspicious.    “I know it’s not really your jam, but I was thinking if we went to the same daycare we could see a lot more of each other."    Anne took out her phone and typed for a while. She turned it around and showed me “Fuck no, if you think I’m spending my summer at some daycare, being talked down to like I’m talked down to every day here, you’re just as mentally demented as Vikrot and Mrs Blanche. No, No, FUCK NO!”    “Ok, I’m sorry.” I felt let down that Anne wouldn’t want to spend the summer with me, but I understood her decision. If I could choose not to go, I would too. “But maybe you can give me your moms home phone number and I could give it to my mom, maybe we could have some playdates over the summer.”    Anne wrinkled her nose and then typed on her phone again “Don’t call them playdates, we’re adults and we’ve legit kissed. But yeah that does sound fun 388 555 2145”    I wrote the number on my calf in pen. It was the easiest way to get information home without getting caught.    Mrs Blanche approached from behind. “Hey Gene, how’s your diaper doing?” She asked.   “I’m…” After a month of being asked it was still hard to say, “Poopy.”    “Alright, come on, let's get you cleaned up.” Mrs Blanche ushered me up outta my seat and over to the bathroom while Anne looked up at me empathetically.    She entered the bathroom with me and laid down the blue mat that my mom had brought during her inspection of the facility. It was easier for Mrs Blanche to change me if I laid down. Mrs Blanche pulled down my pants then she laid me down on the mat. I lifted my legs so my knees were up and she spread them apart and got to work.    I had been changed by Mrs Blanche so many times it was basically routine at this point. It was awkward at first but was now so cold and clinical it was almost expected. There was an awkward period when Mrs Blanche got a little too comfortable and started making little noises as she cleaned me up. I politely asked her not to do that. Changes now were silent moments, I spent them reflecting on the matters of my life, which was now much more simple than I ever wanted it to be.    Mrs Blanche sealed me into my new clean diaper then she helped me up and pulled up my pants for me. “Good boy.” She said as patted my butt. I left the bathroom and she threw out my old diaper.    I went back to the table and sat with Anne. Viktor leaned over “Anne can’t beat us. The original Playdate duo.” He said.    “Oh, uh, yeah.” I agreed.    Viktor looked over at Anne. “I go over to Gene’s house every weekend for playdates. His mom loves me, says I could be a real role model for him, but I don’t know, I think we’re just best friends.”    Anne looked at me and raised one eye brow.    I wrote down on a piece of paper “My mom’s idea. It makes me wanna have a playdate with the Grim Reaper.”    Anne laughed and covered her mouth, her laugh was raspy and quiet like Mr Bean.    “Aw, I love that Mr Bean Laugh of yours.” I teased her.    She mouthed the words “Fuck you” and kept smiling as she snickered. She seemed happy. This seemed like a good moment. Few moments were like this. Emotional intimacy and a lack of pretense. The upside of being a baby I suppose, you don’t have to pretend to be better than you are.    The rest of the day went smoothly. Then the next two days were good as well. Anne and I saw each other on the last day of school. Mrs Blanche bought an ice cream cake for all of us and as we ate our pieces, Anne and I leaned against each other one last time.    “I love you Anne.” I said.    She grabbed my hand and squeezed it twice. A code phrase that made it easier for Anne to give quick yes or no responses. Two squeezes meant yes. I wondered if that meant she loved me too. I smiled down at her and saw her eating her cake. She was kicking her feet and she seemed happy.    Anne ate her last bite then set the plate down. She took out her phone and began typing. “I was talking to my mom about our playdate. She said you can come over this summer.”    “That’s awesome. But I thought you didn’t like the word playdate.”    “I wrote it as a hangout at first, but my mom didn’t like the sound of a boy hanging out with me, but she got more ok with it when I started calling it a playdate.”    “Oh, welcome to the baby side, I guess.”    She chuckled then began typing furiously like she had something hilarious to say. “Bitch please, I’ve been on the babyside since you were in diapers.”    “Oh my god.” I said as I slapped my own face and started laughing. “You’re the freakin best Anne.” It was quiet for a bit. “Oh I talked to my mom, she said I can come over if she meets your mom first to tell her about my rules and explain everything.”    Anne nodded then she typed “I doubt my mom’ll go for a lot of her crap. She’s a lot more normal than your mom. I don’t know if she’ll change a grown man’s diaper.”    “Oh, I don’t wanna sit in my own filth for a whole day.” I winced at the thought of it.    “You’re not getting it.” She typed “She’s gonna let you go to the bathroom.”    “Oh my god, you think she would?”    Anne nodded, smiled and gave me a thumbs up. The three together was always a definite yes response.    “Alright everyone!” Mrs Blanche called out, “Lets gather up and take a picture!” Everybody got up and walked over. The librarian stood a distance away from us and angled the camera at us. I put my arm gently around Anne’s back. She was a lot shorter than me so it took some crouching. Eventually a few pictures were taken, we even did some with funny faces.    Once that was over we started to disperse but Mrs Blanche followed me and Anne “Next year will be your first full year in the program, Gene.” She smiled.    “Oh uh, yeah I guess.” I agreed, hoping it wasn’t true.    “I’ve got a pretty good grasp of where you’re at developmentally, but before next school year starts I’d like to have a meeting with your mom to discuss a lesson plan for you. Can you give her this?” She handed me a sticky note with a date and location on it.    “Yeah for sure.” I nodded.    “Great.”    The rest of the day was fun. We played board games as best we could with the limitations many of us suffered. At the end of the day Anne and I stood on the sidewalk waiting for our parents. I said a tearful goodbye.    “Have a great summer Anne.”    She smiled up at me and slapped a sticky note on my chest. It read “We will meet again, I love you Gene.” with a little heart at the bottom right in marker.   I held it against my chest then Anne climbed in her mom’s car and she was gone. “I’ll see her at our play date.” I thought to myself.     Eventually my mom pulled up and I climbed in with her. “You ready for summer vacation kiddo?”    “Yeah, I guess so.”      Chapter 33:    I woke up in the morning in the usual way. My diaper soaked and trapped in my crib. But it was different today, the school year was over so now I could sit around and relax all day. I reached up to the top of my crib and pressed the button on the remote. In a few short days of this routine mom had superglued the remote to the top of my crib so I could turn on the TV. She put parental controls on my bedroom TV so I could only watch kids shows so I put on Cartoon Network. Teen Titans Go Reruns were on. I sat criss-cross apple sauce with my back against the crib bars as I watched the TV.    In a little under an hour my mom came in. “Good Morning. Are you ready for your first day of Summer Sports camp?”    “Summer Sports camp?” I asked.    “Oh did I not tell you?” Mom seemed surprised I didn’t know, “It’s what they do at your daycare in the summer. They bring everybody to an open field for them to play sports and games. Monday to Friday everyone’s outdoors for nonstop fun.” Mom said it earnestly as if she was genuinely happy I’d be playing sports at daycare.    “Oh, well I guess that doesn’t sound so bad.” I agreed.    Mom nodded and lowered the bars of my crib, then she took off my diaper. “Go take a shower and I’ll pack your bag, then come right back here and I’ll get you in a fresh one.”    “Yes Mommy.” I said as I walked off slowly to the bathroom. I showered up and got clean. When I was in the shower I was washing my hair and noticed myself start peeing without meaning to. I tried to stop but it was a real struggle. I got out and did my skin care routine. I was still keeping up with my skin care routine in hopes one day I’d get my normal life back and could still look good.    I walked back to the bedroom and mom was there with my back pack full and a smile on her face. “Let’s get you ready.”    “Yes Mommy.” I said with a groan. I laid down on the blue mat and mom quickly put me in my diaper. We’d done so many changes in the last month it was now like nothing to her.   “I’m like the diaper change ninja.” She joked. She helped me up then put a yellow t-shirt on me. It had a picture of Earny and Bert from sesame street on it and read “Best Friends are Best Together.” Then she helped me step into a pair of blue chino shorts with red trim. They looked childish and had an embroidered picture of a teddy bear on the butt pockets.    She took me out to the kitchen and gave me a Chocolate Chip and Bran muffin for breakfast. I had learned to stop refusing them by now. “They’ll help keep you regular” She’d always say. I ate the muffin and then stood up. Mom put my back pack on my arms for me and then we walked outside. We climbed in the car and I put my own seatbelt on, but mom still gave it a tug just to make sure I did it right. She started the car and soon we were driving to my daycare’s summer sports camp.    We arrived at what appeared to be a middle school. Pulling around back, a large parking lot had an adjoining grassy football field with a tent and chairs set up. There were three adults and a bunch of kids who looked a lot younger than me. I had spent the last month in the four more years program where the other students were at least around my age. Now I was back here.    Mom pulled up near the Canopy Tent and put the car in park. We both climbed out and walked over to see Emma, the fat red headed woman who ran the daycare.    “Hey! Mrs Littlewood! I’m so glad Little Genie decided to come back!” She smiled.    “And he’s gonna be a good boy this time.” My mom said, “I’ve been working at getting him to behave better the last month and it’s been working well.”    “That’s so great.” Emma turned to me “Now Gene, if you wanna give your book bag to one of our Summer Staff over there in the blue staff shirts, they’ll take it and manage your stuff so you don’t lose anything.”    I looked over and saw two familiar faces. The Toaster and Tall Delilah, my old friends from the university. I walked over very calmly so as not to alert my mother to the presence of allies.    “Hi. I’m supposed to give my bag to you to keep an eye on.” I said.    The Toaster looked up at me and said “Dude, no way. What are you doing here?” He walked up and hugged me with confidence.    “My mom’s watching. She can’t know we’re friends.” I whispered.    “So what’s up, are you working here with us?” He whispered.    “No.” I really struggled to say the next part, “I a. I’m I guess a. A child in the camp.”   “Oh right. I heard.” he looked concerned, “I heard your mom had you like trapped in your house and she was treating you like a little kid.”    “Yeah, that’s right.” I looked away in shame.   “Hey, well I’ve got you for the next 4 weeks. It’ll be good to have a friend in charge of you, right?”    “Yeah. That’s uh, that’s right.” I tried to find a way to be happy.    “So here’s the deal!” He started speaking at his normal volume again, “There’s water bottles in the coolers and granola bars most of the day, there’s two porta potties behind the tent if you gotta go and we’ll be doing a meal time at around noon. Now at 2pm some of the little kids are gonna go down for a nap. It’ll be loud games and activities all day except for then when you’ll have to sit quietly. Read something or go on your phone.”    “Oh yeah, thanks.” I was grateful for the explanation, but I knew a lot of that wouldn’t be applicable to me. I knew I’d likely be going down for a nap and I wouldn’t be using the porta potties.    “By Genie!” I heard my mom call out as she climbed into her car. I waved goodbye to her and she drove off.    The Toaster looked at me somberly. “Sasha explained a lot of what happened to you. I didn’t know it was…” He took some time to think, “to this level. Listen Sasha’s been working hard. Making plans to get you back and We’ve all been talking to the dean at the university he uhh, he understood the situation and he said if you can get back early enough in the summer you can complete your course work from this year and continue on with next year's course work when the semester comes.”    “Thank you.” I hugged him. “That means so much to hear.” I let go of the hug. “Can you tell Sasha I still love her and think of her every day.”    “Absolutley. But you should call her. She worries about you too.”    “I’m not allowed to have my own phone anymore and there’s no way my mom would let me call Sasha.” I looked down sadly.   “I’ll deliver the message.” The Toaster nodded.    Emma, the obese woman in charge of the daycare approached us. “Alright Genie, why don’t you go over to the field and get ready for towel tag and Johnathan I need your help handing out the towels.”    “Right, sure thing.” The Toaster agreed.”    “Johnathan?” I snickered.    “What, did you think my real name was The Toaster?”    “I just didn’t think it’d be Johnston.”    “Go get ready towel tag, kiddo.” The Toaster mocked me as he walked away.    I sighed and walked over to the field, then the Toaster came by handing out small hand towels. We were instructed to tuck them into the back of our pants. The rule was you had to pull other people's towels off them and collect them. Whoever had the most towels at the end of the game wins.    Emma blew the whistle and we all started running around. I was the biggest kid in the game so my legs were much longer. I was fast and dynamic and tall enough to hop over the others. I snatched three towels and never lost mine in quite a long round. Emma blew the whistle for us to stop and told us to count them. All the other kids called out their numbers and most had lost theirs, a few had one or two. I was proud as can be when I shouted “4!”    “Wow! Very good Gene!” Emma praised me.    Two more kids said they had two and then one of the more athletic kids shouted “7!”    “Good job Damien! That’s gotta be the winner!” Emma called out.    The others finished saying their numbers while I stood there frustrated. “I can’t believe I lost to a little kid.” I thought, “I can do better than him for sure.   Damien got to pick a prize from the prize chest. He walked up all proud of himself and picked some silly string. I caught a look in the prize chest and saw Pokémon stickers, from that moment I knew I had to win the next round.    Emma blew the whistle and we all started. I put all my effort into it, but now that we knew there were prizes everybody else was trying harder too. I was dodging and weaving and grabbing towels left and right. Eventually Emma blew the whistle again and I counted my towels “9, that’ll beat that stupid Damien.” I thought, with a nasty smirk.    We all called out our numbers and I said 9 smugly, then Damien shouted next “12” I looked at him with devastation on my face and he stared at me with a smirk, he nodded his head up to me in a taunting way. “My god, he’s fucking with me.” I thought. Damien got to go up to the prize chest again, he got a noise maker and popped it in his pocket before he walked back onto the field. I walked with him and mumbled. “I’m gonna get those pokemon stickers.”    “No, you really won’t.” He smirked.    Emma blew the whistle and we all went at it again. I rushed in snatching a towel quickly then I felt someone rip mine out of my pants. “No!” I gasped. Then I chased after the culprit. I snatched a few more along the chase, but before I knew it Emma blew the whistle. “Oh no, I only have 4.” I thought, "It's my worst round yet.”    We all went around and said our numbers then then Damien said with his full chest “14”    I sighed, but I knew I hadn’t won that round. Damien walked up to the prize chest, then he turned around to make eye contact with me, before he reached in and grabbed the pokémon stickers.    “No.” I whispered as my face fell and I grew nauseous. “They’re gone.” I thought. “I’ll never get pokemon stickers now, no matter how hard I try, now.”    Damien smirked at me as he walked by.    “Alright we’re gonna play a different game because Damien has so much of an advantage on this one! How’s everyone feel about dodge ball?”    We all cheered, excited to play. Me, I was just excited to be able to nail Damien with a ball.    Emma spoke again. “The little ones are gonna need to be separate for this one so everyone over 7 head to the other side of the field!” I began to walk over, but Emma called out to me. “Gene, you stay back here with the little ones. Ok? I want you close.”    I whined “But Emmaaaa, I really wanna play!”    Emma got close and spoke quieter “I know, but you’re a little bit physically bigger than the other children. If you hit one of them with a ball it might really hurt them.”    “I promise I’ll go easy on the little ones.” I begged.    Emma sighed “Fine, I’ll let you, but I’m gonna tell johnathan to keep a close eye on you.” I turned around to walk, but she grabbed my shorts by the waistband. She looked down the back “Looks clean.” Then she pulled me back and looked down the front, “Only a little wet, you’ll need changed soon, not yet. I’ll tell Johnatan to keep an eye on it.”    “No, please don’t tell Johnathan.” I begged.    “Well somebody has to and I’m watching the little ones.”    “But Johnathan doesn’t know I’m in diapers yet.”    “Well I’m gonna have to tell him, it’s an important thing for a grown up to know.” She said it with an empat hetic face, but the words still hurt.     “Oh, umm ok.” I sniffled, saddened that The Toaster would now know I’m fully in diapers.         Chapter 34:    Hi my name's Sasha Atrivida. I'm a 19 year old college student in small town Nova Scotia and two months ago I was hired to babysit an adult man. As time went on we fell in love and I helped him reach his freedom but after only a day out of his mother's grasp he was forced back into her home.    I've been working for the past month to get him back. He's been declared unable to take care of himself. So I've gotten an apartment with a friend, Little Jennifer and now I'm applying for guardianship over him. I should be getting contacted any day now and the moment I do I'm coming straight for him.      I placed the last box on the living room floor and wiped the sweat from my brow. “Hoof, I think that's it." I said.    “Yep, we're all moved in." Little Jennifer agreed.    I looked around at the windows and the walls and smelt the old chipping paint and dirty carpet. “It's the cheapest thing we could find, but a homes a home."    “Let's unpack the pans. I wanna pop in a delicio."    “Good idea." I walked to the kitchen and knelt down, ripping open a box and taking out a pan. I pressed the button on the old white oven to preheat it and then I grabbed the pizza from the freezer.    As I kept working Jennifer spoke to me. “So we'll need to get Gene's bedroom set up first. We can sleep on floor mattresses but Gene will need somewhere good to sleep so the judge views us favourably."    “Good idea.” I said as I slid the pizza in the oven, “let's go get started.”    I set a timer on my phone and we walked to the bedroom. There was an older dresser and a desk my dad carried up for me a few days ago, as well as some bed frame parts. I got down on my knees and began sliding them together. Jennifer opened up some Amazon boxes full of diapers and training pants then began organizing them in the drawers.    In some time the stuff was better organized and the bed frame was together. Me and Jennifer lowered the single box spring and mattress onto the bedframe and Jennifer made the bed while I leaned against the wall.   I felt a vibration in my pocket and looked at my phone. "It's the court house!” I said.    Jennifer got excited. "Answer it!”    I answered the phone. "Hello?”    "Hi. This is judge Daniels from the case with Eugene Littlewood. I read your request for review and I’d like you to come in with a proof of residence and some income documents.”    "Of course your honour. Thank you so much!” I said relieved, "When should I come?”    "When do you think you can have the documents by?”    "I have them prepared now. I could be there in 20 minutes, I live right down town.”    "Ok. I'll expect you in 20 then.”    "Thank you sir.”    “See you then."    We hung up and I looked at Jennifer. “HE WANTS US TO COME IN AND SHOW THE DOCUMENTS!" I screamed with excitement.”    Jennifer ran up to me and grabbed my hands and we swung around. "Finally some progress!" She said.    “We're bringing him home."    “Soon."      In 20 minutes I found myself at the court house. I left Jennifer at home to watch the pizza so I sat in the waiting room alone.   Eventually the judge called me in and I sat down across the desk from him.    "So Miss Atrevida, you feel you are ready and capable to take care of Mr Littlewood?"    “Yes sir."    “May I see the documents?"    “Absolutely." I handed them over.    He looked at them closely, moving his glasses to get the best sight of them. “Good, you've got enough money in your budget to afford his diapers, food and additional needs. And you don't feel your job will interfere with your college work?"    “No sir, I've been working for a little over a month now and it didn't affect me at all. Right now it is summer anyway so any adjustments will be able to be made smoothly.”    “Right, that's good and I understand you intend to re-enroll Gene in higher education and remove him from the highschool level."    “Yes sir."    “Well his grades were good until the issues started happening. What are your plans for if the issues begin again?"    “I don't believe they will. The issues related back to his mother. With her no longer involved I believe Gene will thrive."    “You're probably right. We all saw how she treated him on the way out of the court room." He said.    There was a long silence as we both made a worried face for Gene.    The judge continued. "Ok, I'm prepared to file the transfer of parental rights, but I need two things.” He slid a page onto the desk. "I need this document signed by Eugene stating that he would like you to be his legal guardian and second I need Eugene to be present in courtroom A2 on Monday afternoon at 2pm for the transfer to happen."    “Of course. I think I can do that."    “Great. I will notify his mother myself the day before. I'd also like to file charges against her for abuse. Much of what I've heard about what she's doing to him is staggeringly harmful. Once Eugene is out of her grasp I'll start a new case in relation to her."    “That's amazing. Thank you your honour. I know Eugene will be grateful.”    "Of course. Now it's about to be lunch time for me I've got a taco salad coming if you wouldn't mind heading out.”    "Of course. Enjoy your taco salad.” I said with a smile and left.    I smiled wide the whole way to my car. I was deep in thought on the drive and when I parked my car I ran inside.    "Jennifer! Jennifer!” I shouted.    “What is it? Is Gene ok?" She asked.    “He's going to be. The judge just needs some basic paperwork stuff and in a couple days Gene will be ours."    “That's amazing." Jennifer said heartfully as she walked over and hugged me. “Our man is coming home."    We sat down and ate the pizza together, discussing a plan to get in contact with Gene so he can sign the papers. That was when suddenly I got a call.    “Hey Toaster. What's up?"    “Hey, you know that daycare summer sports program, me and Delilah are working at this summer?” he asked like it was extremely important.    "Yeah.” I replied curiously    “Gene's here. And he's one of the daycare kids. You should come see him. He's down for his nap now, but in 20 minutes it's lunch time."    “Oh my god where are you!?" I asked excited yet terrified.    “The old football field behind the middle school that got closed down for asbestos."    “I'll be there in minutes." I said, “thank you." I hung up the phone and grabbed the papers. " I know where Gene is. Come with me, we'll see him.”    I ran down the stairs and out to the street. My apartment was only 4 blocks from that middle school.    "He's close, let's run!” I exclaimed.    I started running and Jennifer chased after me. We were breathing heavily and my knees hurt incredibly. I had never been the running type. But my adrenaline and love and need to see Gene again carried me through.    Eventually we made it to the school and I turned the corner where I was visible from the football field. Gene was sitting on a tree stump eating a sandwich.    "GEEEENE!” I screamed.    He looked up and his face dropped. He stood up and bolted as fast as he could. A fat ginger woman chased after him a little but she just couldn't keep up.    We ran to each other and in one beautiful moment we clashed. Our lips immersing each other, our tongues exploring. Everything was passion and heat and I wanted him, needed him.    I pushed him away by his chest. "Wait. You're at daycare. Right now we need to free you.” I handed him the papers. "Sign these. They're to say that you want me to be your legal guardian."    “He took the papers. "Thank you.” I turned around and he used my back as a hard surface to sign the papers on.    Finally Jennifer caught up to us.    “Jennifer!" He called out.    “Gene!" She called back.    He picked her up, her petite frame barely a challenge to lift. He hugged her like a stuffed animal then set her back on her feet.    “So when does it go into effect?" Gene asked.    “Not until Monday. On that day your mom will have to take you to court and you'll be transfered then."    “Just one more weekend with Mom. I can make that, I think. I just need to knuckle under and keep this quiet.”    "The judge will notify her on Sunday.”    "Then she'll have all of Sunday to punish me for trying to escape.”    “I'm sorry."    “Don't be. You've saved my life. I couldn't handle spending the rest of my life with diapers and daycare. You're my hero."    “I can't wait to have you home with us. We've got you a room and a bed and no more diapers in the day."    “Thank you, both."    Finally the fat ginger woman made her way over. “Eugene Littlewood you get back over to the football field and stick with the crowd. I have been entrusted with your safety, now march back! And you two." She turned to me and Jennifer, “I don't know how you know this child, but you should get as far away as possible before I call the police."    “Yes ma'am.” Jennifer said as she pulled my arm and dragged me away.    "Goodbye Gene. I love you!”    "I love you too!” Gene shouted back to me.    I jumped for joy smiling a big smile. “Jennifer. Gene and I just said I love you for the first time."    “WHAT!? That's amazing!" Jennifer agreed. “I'm so glad you got to say it."    We walked back to the apartment and relaxed for the night, we changed into our comfy clothes and watched a movie. Trying to stay calm when we knew a big storm of possible good things was coming.    Chapter 35    It was amazing to see Sasha again after so long. I hadn't realized how much I missed her and how much I missed grown up kissing.    I walked shamefully back to the football field and sat back down on my tree stump.    The owner of the daycare followed shortly after. “You know what Genie, you can sit right there. You're on timeout for the duration of the next game." She said to me, “Alright everybody!" She shouted, “nobody talk to Gene, he's on timeout for running off!"    Everybody nodded and then the owner of the daycare walked over and joined the crowd.    I sat on the stump and watched them play. It took a while and I struggled to hold on to the end but ultimately I crapped my pants. It felt sickening sitting in my stinky mess, no matter how many times I had done it, it was always uncomfortable.    Tall Delilah approached me. "Hey Gene, Emma wanted me to check up on you. How ya doin?”    “I'm alright. It was nice to see Sasha again."    “Yeah I bet it was." She smiled and then I noticed her look a bit perplexed. She smelled the air and then she looked down at me. “Gene, did you, umm did you poop?" She looked horrified that she had to ask it and I was horrified that I had to tell my friend the truth when just a month ago we were both equals.    “Yeah." I barely squeaked out avoiding eye contact.    “Ok. Let's get you changed." She put her hand on my butt and ushered me to my feet then she brought me over to the tent and grabbed my bag. She walked me to the parking lot and over to a mini van. She held my hand the entire time and it was honestly nice to feel the soft touch of a woman. She opened the trunk. “Lay down, ok?" She said.    “Alright." I finally understood what was happening. The thought clicked into place like a coin in a candy machine. “I'm sorry, Delilah."    “Don't be. You didn't choose to wear diapers. We left you on timeout too long anyway."    Finally I laid down in the trunk and she tugged down my shorts and looked at my diaper. She picked at the tapes and undid them. She opened me up and gazed at me down there. A small gag slipped out when the smell hit her nose. “I guess that's the end of my crush." She joked. I didn't laugh. I looked away in sorrow. "I'm sorry. You're in a delicate place, I shouldn't be joking." She took out some wipes and began to clean me up.   Feeling my friends hands all over my privates would have been almost nice if it wasn't surrounded by so much intense shame. She got me as clean as she could then she pulled out a fresh diaper. She unfolded it and slid it under my butt, then she poured some baby powder all over my private parts. She taped the diaper up quickly and then she helped me up to my feet. She pulled my shorts up for me and patted my butt.    "Alright, all better.” She said.    "Thank you.” I muttered meekly.    "Of course, it's my job.” She put her arm around my back and ushered me back to the field.    She felt a lot more authoritative now. The fact she had changed my diaper combined with her being taller than me, it really felt like she was a grown up and I was a child in her care.      I played some more games and the day was finally over. My mom pulled into the parking lot and called me over to her.    "How was my big boy's first day at sports camp?” she asked.    “It was good. I uh. I might actually enjoy this."    “Oh I'm so happy, little Genie." We pulled off and suddenly I was back in her grasp.      We made it home and we walked in. Mom pulled my diaper back and looked inside. "Nice and clean.” She said, "Did somebody change you today?”    "One of the workers. Delilah, she's really sweet.”    "That's good. I'm glad you're still relying on real grown ups to clean you up."    I tried to walk to my bedroom but mom pulled me back. “I'm gonna get you to sit in your playpen tonight. My friend Caroline is coming over and you're always so anti-social."    “Please mommy. I just wanna be on my own for a bit. I've been around people all day. My brain's all fuzzy."    “You're gonna be reliant on people for the rest of your life Genie so you're gonna have to learn to talk to them. Now you can either get in your playpen or you can get a spoonful of ghost pepper mustard and then get in the playpen."    “Sorry mommy." I pouted and walked over to my playpen. I stepped over the walls and sat on the floor. “Can you at least go to my room and get my DS? I wanna use my hour of screen time playing Soul Silver.”    “Ok, I can do that." With that she walked down the hall     I shook with excitement, finally unattended after all these hours. I shoved my hand down my pants and began furiously rubbing the front of my diaper with everything I had. I was imagining Sasha, remembering her lips and hips today. Her soft touch, her feminine voice, the only two times I got to feel her pussy. I imagined everything and touched myself as much as I could before I heard my mother's footsteps and knew to stop just as she rounded the corner.    Mom came over and handed me my Nintendo DS and I took it. "Ok, turn it on, I'm gonna start the timer.”    "Yes mommy.” I turned on the DS and got playing. I went into the gym to fight Whitney one more time and got wiped again. Then I went to the grass to level up my flaffy a bit more and finally paralyzed the miltank and won the battle.    In time the alarm went off and mom came over. “Give me the game."    “Ok. I just need to finish this conversation and I can save."    “Gene, I said give me the game."    “It's ok, I'm not doing anything, I just need to get to a point where I can save." I tried to explain.    Mom grabbed the game and took it from me. “You can have it back tomorrow."    “But the battery might die overnight. Please just let me save, I finally beat Whitney."    “Gene, I know it's hard for you to understand because you're such a little boy, but this game isn't more important than making sure you follow the rules to the letter." She unlocked her private drawer and put the DS in before she locked it back up." You can have it back tomorrow, if you're a good boy. Now play with your toys.”    "Ok.” I submitted. I looked around and I grabbed some of my X-Men action figures and started making a little story in my head, moving them around. My imagination had gotten a lot stronger along the month I was back in childhood. A lot of my time now was spent playing with toys and doing little art projects. It in many ways brought peace to my bind.    I imagined Wolverine and Cyclops fighting each other then teaming up and fighting my Mr Sinister toy which was a different size but made it cooler because this imaginary Mr Sinister was also a giant.      After about 40 minutes of playing with toys I heard a knock at the door, but my mom was in the bathroom. I could see Caroline looking through the window. “Should I get out of the playpen?” I wondered, "I know I'm not allowed to, but I don't wanna be rude to Caroline.” Eventually I stood up and climbed out. Then I walked over to the door and opened it up. "Hey.” I said.    "Hey Genie! Give me a hug.” Caroline said excitedly as she came in for a tight squeeze. "It's been years, look at you, you've grown so much. Is that a Playpen? Is your mom babysitting or something?” Caroline seemed confused.    " No-no.” I stuttered, "It's my playpen.” I struggled to get the words out.    Caroline took a moment to process, her face looking curious and somehow disappointed. “Ok, umm. Where's your mom?"    “She's in the bathroom." I said casually.    “Great. And how are you doing with that stuff? I'm sure you must be making it better now."    “I uh. I'm afraid I'm out of the game." I pulled down my pants a little and showed the top of my diaper. Caroline was my mom's best friend from childhood, I suddenly realized this was an excellent opportunity to lambast her parenting style in front of someone who matters.    "Oh, I'm so sorry. That must've been so hard going back. But hey there's more to life than that. Are you seeing anyone or have any big career plans?”    "No. Mom's my legal guardian again and she removed me from university. She re-enrolled me in highschool special Ed and I'm actually attending a daycare for the summer.”    Caroline's face contorted into a strange position. “Are you fucking with me?”    “No, and there's no swearing in this house."    Caroline looked visibly deep in thought, until my mom walked out of the bathroom.    “Oh hey Caroline! Did Gene let you in?" My mom smiled and went in for a hug.    “Yes he did." Caroline didn't smile and she didn't use her arms to hug mom back.    “Gene, get back in your playpen. We'll talk later about you getting out."    “Yes mommy." I did what I was told and immediately climbed back into my playpen. I sat on the floor and played with my toys, making sure to make extra loud mouth sounds.    I heard Caroline whispering to mom. " LHey, so is your son alright? I saw he's wearing diapers again and what's the playpen for?”    "Oh no no. Don't worry. This is the best thing for him. The doctors and the courts found that he wasn't mature enough to take care of himself so this is just what we’re doing to address that. He's being treated like the level he's at now instead of over pushing him and hurting him all these years.”    Caroline looked over at me empathetically. "Gene, do you like being treated like this?"    “No." I said casually.    “Like all children, he's resistant to rules, but he just doesn't know he needs this." Mom defended herself   “This is excessive don't you think?"    “Believe me. If you saw his tantrums you wouldn't be saying that. A little over a month ago he tried to run away from home. Packed a suitcase and moved into his college dorms under the cover of night."    “Did you ever think maybe he was running away because you baby him?"    "I was treating him far too fairly before. He had me wrapped around his little finger all these years, but now I've set him straight.”    "I'm sorry Baggy, but I can't do this.”    "What?”    "I can't just sit here and pretend this is normal and what drink all night and gossip with your son here in full baby getup?”    "He's mentally disabled Caroline.”    "Gene was bright. I knew he was. I saw what he could do with math, this is crazy.”    “Then I guess you should go…” mom said.    "Yeah.” With that Caroline picked up her purse and left.    "You see what your immaturity has done to me? You cost me my best friend." Mom said angrily, “You're going to bed early tonight.”    "No mommy please! My bedtime’s already so early I can't stay in bed another hou!”    "Quit whining and go brush your teeth.” she scolded.    I couldn't help the tears falling down my face. My plan had backfired so horribly. I climbed out of my playpen and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.    Soon I found myself laid on the blue mat getting a fresh diaper on. Then being loaded into my crib at 5:30. "What about supper mommy?”    "You could've had supper if you didn't embarrass me in front of my friend.”    "You embarrassed yourself.” I said without thinking.    WAP! She slapped me in the face. “You shut up right now! I don't wanna hear a peep out of you until morning, don't even cry for a change."    She left the room and I laid back getting ready for a long night.      Chapter 36:    I woke up on the final day of my torment. Laying in my crib, I reached down and felt my sopping wet diaper. “It's Sunday, the day mom finds out. She's gonna lose her shit.” I thought, "This'll probably be one of the worst days I've had, but the good thing is she can't do much time wise for punishments." I stood up and began to climb against the bars of my crib. I put my leg over and then fell onto my feet on the nice cool ground. I went into my closet, grabbed my Nintendo 3DS and climbed back into my crib so as not to look suspicious, then I turned on the tv to have Spongebob in the background while I worked on Pokemon Alpha Sapphire.    After a couple of hours my mom came into the room and I quickly shut my 3DS and shoved it under the blankets. I'm not supposed to have it during the night.    “Good morning sweet pea. How's your diaper doing?"    “Wet again mommy." I said in a whiny voice, pleading for empathy.    She put down the bars of my cribs and squeezed my diaper. “Yes it is. You do so good recognizing the condition of your diapers now. You hardly ever lie anymore." She put her hand on my back and ushered me onto the blue mat before she quickly changed me into a fresh diaper to start the day.    We walked out into the kitchen and I sat at the table, Mom made me my usual bland oatmeal. She put my bib on for me which was really unnecessary because I was shirtless and pantsless. But nevertheless I ate my oatmeal like a good boy.    “Alright little man." Mom said with a smile, “No summer sports camp today so why don't you climb in the playpen and have some fun?”    "Can I grab my 3DS from my room?”    "I'll grab it for you. Just tell me where it is.” Mom said.    "Uhh… No never mind, I don't need it.” I said terrified she would find it in my crib.    "Really? Where is it though, just so I know." She asked suspiciously.    “It's in my closet where it always is."    “So if I go in now and check your closet it'll be there and it won't be in your crib?"    “Y-yes." I hesitated to lie, as much trouble as I would be in for playing my 3DS at night, I'd be in much worse trouble for lying.    “Ok. I trust you." Mom said.    “Now climb in your playpen. I'm gonna wash your sheets today."    My heart sank. I now knew for sure mom was gonna find my 3DS in my crib and I'd be in an ungodly amount of trouble right before she found out about Sasha. My butt cheeks were certain to be pink as a fruit punch popsicle.    I bowed my head and climbed into my playpen as mom walked back into the room and I awaited my sentence.    “Eugene Littlewood!” She shouted, “You juvenile delinquent!” She stomped out into the living room and held my 3DS up. “I told you no 3DS in your crib! It affects your sleep cycle!” Mom opened up and bent the screen back quickly breaking it at the hinge and snapping the thing in two. My heart skipped a beat and I almost threw up. “You just lost your video game privileges. Maybe I’ll get you a leap pad and you can start learning how to read again.” She sat on the couch. “COME.” She said sternly as she pointed at the floor in front of her.    I climbed out of my play pen and stood in front of her, wearing nothing, but my diaper.    “On your knees.” She continued and I got down on my knees. “Give me your hand.”    “Mommy, please I’m sorry.” I begged.    “If you were really sorry you wouldn’t still be doing it. HAND NOW.” She glared fiercely at me. I put out my hand and she gripped my wrist tightly. She grabbed a ruler from the end table and held it against my hand. “Are you ready?” She asked.    “No mommy.” I whimpered, tears forming in my eyes.    “Good.” She said coldly as she whipped the top of my hand with the ruler.    “Ahh! I screamed as I tried to yank it away but she hit my hand over and over and over again as I cried and cried. “Please Mommy! I’m sorry.”    “I bet you are.” She said and she finally stopped. “Now go sit in the time out chair and think about what you did. I’ll tell you when you can leave.”    “Yes mommy.” I stayed on my knees and crawled over to my time out chair in the far corner of the kitchen. I had been taking timeouts in this same corner at least once a month since I was a little boy and now it was up to a few times a week. I hated it. The same stain, marks and paint chips. The boogers down low I had wiped when I was 5. “God, get me out of this hell.” I thought a silent prayer.    In time mom let me off timeout and put me back in my playpen. She made me apologize and then turned on the TV to a kids show so I could ‘understand it’   It was the new Barney show, where he’s CGI which isn't the worst but also not the best. “Mommy, can we watch Sponge Bob?” I asked, trying to sound as little and desperate as possible.    “I think Sponge Bob’s a little too advanced for you. Maybe we can try Nickelodeon again in a few months.”    “Fuck that. Fuck this.” I thought. “If all goes well in the courtroom I’ll be watching Nickelodeon tomorrow afternoon or even bigger, American Dad.” My eyes glittered with a sparkle, dreaming of an adult life with no bedtime and full internet access. “Oh, to watch Adult Swim without looking over my shoulder.” In the moment that idea made me feel like a god, in a weird way I was immortal. Just moments away from untouchability.    I fiddled with my toys for a while with Barney in the background until we heard a knock at the door and my heart sank. Mom stood up and moved the curtain to look at who was there. “A fruit basket?” Mom asked, perplexed.    She opened the door and made eye contact with a large samoan man. “Hey are you Edna Littlewood?”    “Yes.” She said with a smile.    The man reached under the fruit basket and took out a manilla envelope. Mom took the letter. “You’ve been served.” The man said and he walked confidently away.    “What the fuck is this.” She slammed the door and threw herself on the couch. She ripped open the envelope and read it quietly. “Bullshit.” She mumbled.    Finally I grew too nauseous to wait any longer. “What is it mommy?”    “Your bitch girlfriend is suing me for custody of you. It’s garbage. I’ll go in tomorrow, show the court how good I’m taking care of you and expose her as being ill prepared. She didn’t even have a house or job a month ago. There’s no way she can care for someone with your level of disabilities.”    I couldn’t help but show my resentment on my face, but mom didn’t care. She went back to reading. “Shit. I’ve gotta bring you to the court house too.” She thought for a second, “You and I are gonna rehearse some statements.”    “I don’t wanna.”    “Gene. You’re gonna say what I tell you to say or you’ll never get icecream again.”    “Sasha would give me icecream.” I pouted.    Mom grabbed a book from the end table and whipped it at me. The corner of the book got me right on the bridge of my nose and I went down. “AAAH!” I screamed.    “Shit.” Mom rushed over and checked my face. She moved my nose around and the thing was clearly broken. I looked at my reflection in my froggy mirror and saw blood already rushing to that part of my face. “That’s gonna show.” Mom said.    “GOOD! I HOPE IT DOES!” I screamed. I stood up and climbed out of my playpen. I’m done with this! I’m done playing pretend! You’re sick mom!” I stormed back into my room and slammed the door, sliding my dresser in front of it so mom couldn’t get in.    I spent the rest of the day in my room. I dug out my old game boy advance SP and played super mario bros 3. There was no bathroom in there so I used my diapers and then I changed them myself on my own. Mom knocked on the door a few times, attempting to apologize and eventually begging me to stay with her. But in all honesty there was no way I was ever gonna say a word to her. I was just waiting for the courts to get me out of there.    That night I went to bed in my crib without mom brushing my teeth for me and with the bars of my crib still down. I turned on my own nightlight and stared out at the stars. “Tommorrow I’ll be free. Or at least under better supervision.”    My mom knocked at the door one final time. “Goodnight Genie, I love you.” She said.    It took everything I had not to respond. ‘I love you’ had been trained into me over decades, but I was determined to let her know in my own subtle way how I felt. In time I drifted to sleep and had nightmares the whole way through.      I woke up the next morning with a headache. I rolled over and almost threw up. My diaper was soaked and had leaked. I pulled the dresser back away from the door and stumbled to the bathroom. I removed my diaper and climbed into the shower on my own accord. I washed my hair and did my full routine before I stepped out and brushed my own teeth. I went back to my room and put on a fresh diaper as well as my most grown up looking clothing. A lime green t-shirt with a T-rex on it and some Khaki Cargo Shorts with butt snaps for easy checks. I went out to the main area and saw mom wasn't up yet so I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. I put on disney+ and watched American Dad for the first time in a month and a half.    Finally after two and half episodes when I was just starting to feel comfortable, mom sauntered out. “So that’s it huh? I’ve got no power over you? You’re just gonna do whatever you want?” She grumbled.    “Yeah, after the book thing. This has to stop.”    “Your face is all blue.” Mom said.     I stood up and walked over to my playpen. I grabbed my froggy mirror, opened it up and saw the bridge of my nose all the way to under both eyes was extremely blue and bruised. “This won’t look good in court.” I thought, with a bit of cheerful vindictiveness.    “I’m gonna put some foundation on it so it doesn’t look so bad in the courtroom.” Mom said.   “If you can hold me down long enough.” I said dryly.    She sighed as she poured herself a cup of coffee. “If you’re a good boy in court I’ll let you have some privileges back.” She offered, “Later bed time. Use the computer. I could buy you a new 3DS.”    “No.” I said.    She shrugged and sat down on the couch. “You can head to your room then. I’m watching TV.” She tried to grab the remote from my hand and instead of letting go I gripped it tightly. “Big man thinks he’s all g rown up.”    “Shut up.” I groaned.    “Excuse me?!” She tried to sound offended.    “OH MY GOD CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!”       

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Chapter 12    Trigger Warning: Eating Disorder (Small Mention, no graphic depiction)    We arrived at the university. It was sunny and the wind was blowing a lot. I tried my best to keep my oversized shirt down to conceal the top of my diaper.    Sasha and I parted ways with a gentle and tender kiss. Her off to her class and me off to the dorms. The main entrance to the dorms had a few people sitting in it. Donny of course, Little Jennifer and The Toaster. They were all sitting on a big leather couch that wasn't there before watching something on a laptop.    “Hey guys!” I said, as I approached.     They looked up at me immediately, way more interested in what I had to say than the laptop.   “Holly Fuck, how’d it go?!” Donny asked first.    “It went well, my Mom wasn't angry at all. She actually hugged me when I came back and she made me my favourite supper.”    “That's so great, Gene.” Little Jennifer said with compassion.   “D’ya get the cards?” Donny asked.    “Uhh, no. They weren't where I thought they were, but my mom's gonna come in and help me fill out the forms in a few days. She's being nice about it.   “That's scary, don't you think?” Little Jennifer asked. “What if she just decides it's a no?”    “I don't know. I'll have to find a different solution.”    “So, does that mean you gotta live with your mom for a few more days to get out?” Donny asked.    “Yeah, I think so.”    “Fuck man. That sucks.” We all looked around not knowing what to say. and then Donny spoke again “Wanna sit down with us?! We're watching a Vietnamese horror movie. It's weird, but it's also like weirdly good.”    “Yeah, ok!” I said.   Little Jennifer tried to push Donny away to make space next to her and Donny slid over to be nice. “Sit with me!” She said.    “Ok.” and I plopped down in between them, my diaper crinkled as I landed and worried if someone heard, I looked around. Donny and The Toaster had regular faces, but Little Jennifer looked interested. I pretended like everything was normal and Donny pressed play on the laptop. Although a minute into the movie playing I felt little Jennifer pull the back of my shirt down to cover my diaper again. I hadn't even noticed it riding up. I spent the rest of the movie panicking that she knew.      When it was all over the others were gobsmacked.    “That was incredible!” The Toaster said.   “It really was. the twist with the mom I didn't see coming at all but it was there and it made sense.” Said little Jennifer.    “I hated that sound the bones made, but it was also kinda the best part.” Said Donny.    “I knooow, disgusting.” The Toaster said and everybody laughed.    “What did you think, Gene?” Little Jennifer asked.    “Yeah, it was good. I liked when the demon lady went on her back and twisted around.” I said, still nervous.    “Yeah, super gross!” Donny agreed.    Little Jennifer stood up and pulled a $20 bill out of the back of her phone case and handed it to Donny “Hey, why don't you guys go down to Little Caesars and get us a hot and ready. I wanna talk to Gene about something, in private.    “Oh yeah! Tight!” Donny Said.   The Toaster held out his fist to fist bump her. She fist bumped him back and he said “Thank you.” They got up and left.    “Gene, come with me.” Little Jennifer said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a room labeled Private Study Room. “Listen I don't know if this is maybe a… This might be a delicate secret to share, but I wanna ask…” She took some time to phrase it correctly. “It's ok if you're not comfortable sharing, but I saw that you are wearing some… Protection under your pants.”    I turned beat red from embarrassment and tried not to cry “Please don't tell anyone! It's really embarrassing!” I begged her.    “Don't worry, I won't. I won't tell a soul. The reason I brought it up to you is because I'm…” She took a second to think. “I have a similar condition.”    “Condition?” I asked. “What kind of condition do you mean?”    “I um, it was my eating disorder. You probably noticed I'm quite small for my age. I uh, I didn't eat a lot growing up and it caused a lot of damage in my development and my nervous system so I'm uh… I'm also incontinent.”    A wave of relief washed over me “Of course, incontinence, it's the perfect excuse!” I thought to myself. “I could tell her I'm incontinent instead of struggling with potty training! It makes perfect sense!”    “So, you wear diapers too?” I finally spoke out loud.    “Not tape on ones like you, but these.” She reached down her pants and pulled up the top part of something that was obviously paper but intended to look like underwear.    “Wow, it's so thin.”    “It's just urinary incontinence, I have small leaks on my way to the bathroom. I can make it most of the time.”    “That's great. I have umm accidents. Sometimes I get focused on something and I don't notice that I have to go and then all of a sudden it hits me all at once.”    “That sounds hard. Do you have big wettings? Is that why you need the full tape on diapers?”    “Well actually I don't usually wear these in the day. These are what I wear at night. I have some absorbent cloth underwear I wear in the day, but I left it all here so I had to wear these today.”    “Oh ok. Well that's good that you found a product that's more comfortable. I can't imagine it being easy to pull down a tape on pad.”    “You can pull down a tape on diaper?” I thought to myself. “Why the fuck have I been asking for help all this time?”    I took too long to speak so Little Jennifer spoke again “So are you gonna go upstairs and change into your day time underwear?”    “I'd really like to.” I said.    “Then you should! I mean, it's better anyway right?” She smiled.    “Yeah!” I said and we naturally walked out and started heading up to my room.      I unlocked the door and we walked in. I squatted down and opened the bottom drawer of the dresser. All of my training pants were in there and I pulled one out. “These are what I wear.” I said as I handed it to her.    “It's certainly creative.” She said.    It was my least childish looking pair. It had a simple pattern of the dancing waffle from that early 2000’s viral video.    “Thanks.” I said.    “You don't have any like, plain white or black ones?”    “I don't. My mom buys them from Etsy and she likes the patterns so…”    “You should buy yourself some you like! Ya know, when you get this all worked out. You should control what you wear for this. It's important to remember that what we have is a health condition and it's not some moral failing that we should be treated like children over.”    “Thanks for saying that.” I smiled.    “I was half saying it for myself.” She smiled back. We made eye contact and leaned in close, for a second it seemed like we were going to kiss but then she backed away “I'll go stand out in the hall while you change.” She said as she scampered out of the room.    “Alright, this isn't impossible.” I thought to myself. “She said these can be pulled down so I wonder if I can untape them myself.” I picked at the tape and got one off then I did the other three and it fell to the floor. “I did it! I took my own diaper off!” I thought excitedly as I jumped up and down. I pulled up my training pants and then put my pants back on before I folded up my diaper and put it in the trash. I pulled out a few tissues to cover up the diaper and then I let Little Jennifer back in.    “Everything went well?” She asked.    “Yep!” I smiled and jumped a little, slapping my padded butt.    “That’s great.” She smiled and we walked back downstairs. The guys were there with the pizza and four slices already missing. Jennifer had one and I had two.    We chilled for a while longer, then Donny and I had to go to class.    When I got to class I was surprised to find Friday had come and so had the test. I really hadn't studied at all. I sat there staring at the page and every other question had small tangents to the questions I had never heard of. Ultimately I did everything I knew how to do and turned in my test 15 minutes before the end of class then I sat there dreading the low grade I knew I was going to get.   After class Donny and I made our way back to the dorms and Sasha met us there. “Hey guys, how was class?” She asked.    “Good, we had a test, I freakin nailed it.” Donny said proudly.   “How did you do, Genie?” Sasha asked.    “I did ok, I think.”    “Well me and Gene are gonna spend some time in his dorm alone so, we'll talk later.” She said.    “Not a problem at all.” Donny replied, he did a single finger gun followed by a half spin and walked away.    We walked into the dorm and Sasha shut the door. “So how's your diaper doing?” She asked.    “I'm… actually not in a diaper.” I corrected.   “Well what are you wearing? She asked, worried.    “I switched back to my training pants.”    “Who helped you do that?”    “No one.” I said proudly “I did it all by myself!”    “Ok, listen. You're trying to grow up and be independent and I get that. When you're free and out it will be ok for you to make decisions like that. Right now though, I am your babysitter so you ask me before you do something like that.” She grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me but this time I didn't let her.    “What are you doing?” I asked.    “I'm putting you back in a diaper.”    “Why!?” I was shocked.    “When your mom left you with me you were in a diaper and she left me responsible for your checks and changes. If you come home in a different level of underwear, that reflects poorly on me.”    “But the diapers don't reflect the level I'm on, they're just temporary until I can get my training pants home.”    “Did your mom ever say that?”    “Not in those exact words, but it was the implication.”    “You're in diapers Gene, you said so yourself this morning and the fact that you're arguing with me about it makes you seem really immature and makes me wanna date you even less.”    “Fine.” I sighed as I pulled down my pants and trainers and laid on the bed.    Sasha pulled a diaper out of her satchel and taped me into it. She kissed me on the cheek then helped me up “Now you're gonna be on time out for taking off your own diaper for 10 minutes, go stand in the corner.”    “Seriously?” I asked, humiliated.   “Yes seriously, you broke a rule and put up a fuss so go.” She commanded it and I did.    I stood in the corner of my own dorm room with an exposed diaper and my babysitter watching me. “I'm a man.” I thought to myself. “I deserve better than this. I don't wanna be a baby anymore. I haven't needed diapers full time since I was 11 years old. Why do I have to start again now? This is stupid.” This timeout was different, I didn't change my mind. The 10 minutes elapsed and I was just as frustrated as ever.    “You can come out now. Are you ready to apologize?” Sasha asked.   I really didn't want to but I knew if I didn't I would have to go back on time out. “I'm sorry I took off my own diaper and that I put up a fuss about being put back in them.”    “That's a good boy.” She said as she reached up and ruffled my hair. She helped me into my pants then took me by the hand and brought me down stairs. Donny, Little Jennifer and a few others were sitting around talking.    “Oh hey Gene!” Little Jennifer said.   “Hey!” I said back.    “D’ya enjoy your alone time?” Donny smirked.    “Yeah, it was-” I was interrupted.   “Great.” Sasha said, with a smile.    We sat down at the table and saw they were playing chess.    “Oh shi-man!” I corrected myself “Are you guys playing chess?!” I asked.    “Yeah, but everybody sucks so nobody can beat Tall Delilah.” Donny said.    “Can I have a crack? I'm really good at chess” I said shyly.    The Toaster stood up and said “Sure thing, I've basically lost anyway. There's already no way out.” He held out his fist for a fist bump and I fist bumped him. I sat down and we put the pieces back at the start.    The game was intense. I spotted movements and plans. Classic techniques that showed she was well studied, but I could tell I was better. Every piece she moved I detected thoughts and changes until eventually “Check.”    the room gasped   “Fuck.” Tall Delilah mumbled. She scratched her head and moved one piece before in two more moves I took down her queen. “AH! You beat me!” She said, surprised and excited. “Finally someone here with some brains!”   I felt a rush, suddenly I was the big brain on campus. After getting humiliated in my dorm this moment felt like the grace of God.    “We have a new champion!” The toaster said as he placed a cardboard burger King crown on my head.    “Congratulations, you're like a hot Magnus Carlsen.” She said as she shook my hand. “Good game.    Little Jennifer came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Great job! You seemed smart when I met you! You've got quite a mind.” She smiled.    “Thank you.” I said and we stared into each other's eyes. I felt the pull again, but I resisted it.    I played a few more games of chess against the majority of the people there and beat almost everybody. I gave Little Jennifer some pointers and let her win a game. The Toaster did it ironically but he took my crown and put it on her. It was a cute moment. Eventually class time came again and I had to go.      This class was normal, I sat and listened and wrote notes. Sitting there I realized it had been hours since I peed. I hadn't peed before my last class or during the dorm thing or during chess and it was all catching up to me. I danced in my seat but there was still an hour and 25 minutes in the class. I wet myself. I sat through the rest of class feeling ashamed, I kept notes to the best of my ability and when it was done I walked out and found Sasha for help.    “Hi, Genie.” She said “How was class?”    “It was ok.” I said, before leaning in to whisper. “I'm wet and I need changed.”    “Ok.” She mumbled before she ushered me into the disabled and family bathroom nearby. She pulled my pants down and looked at my diaper. I think it can hold more. You've only got one diaper for the rest of the day so it's best to be conservative.”    “But I don't wanna walk around wet.” I whined.    “Well it's too bad you're not out on your own, to make your own rules.” She said as she hiked my pants back up. “Now come on, it's time to go.” She grabbed my wrist and pulled me out to the parking lot where a van labeled Emma's Daycare was waiting for me.    “Hi! You must be Gene!” A redheaded, fat, middle aged woman called out from the van. “Climb on in!” and I did.   Chapter 13   I said goodbye to Sasha and opened the sliding door. Inside the van were a bunch of kids. Two 5 year olds in the front row, the next row back had some slightly older kids who looked to be 7 or 8 and in the very back were 3 tween looking around 12. There was a much older looking Asian girl in the passenger seat who stared at her phone uninterested.    “Come on in, we'll have you sit in the front row so we can get to know ya Gene!” Said Emma, the driver. “Mandi, can you get out and help him in?”    The Asian girl got out and guided me into my seat in the front pushing my butt and hips. She didn't say a word but I could tell she was surprised to feel my diaper. She buckled my seatbelt for me, closed the door and went back to the front seat.   “So Gene,” Emma spoke again, “You're in university, what are you studying? Is it a big interest?”    “Engineering.” I said, getting more comfortable because we weren't talking immediately about daycare. “I've always been really good at math and I like building stuff so it seemed like a good choice.”    “That's great! We've got Legos and k’nex in the big kid room at my place. You can have fun with those!” She smiled. “Do you have any hobbies?”    “I watch YouTube and I play video games.”    “That's great! We have a Nintendo switch in the big kid room too!”    Mandi elbowed Emma in the side and said something in sign language. I only recognized one word “diaper” my deaf uncle used to use it a lot to tell my mom when I was poopy.    Emma thought for a second “The little kid room has some fun stuff too! We do arts and crafts and activities, like backyard bowling!”    “If you don't mind, I'd like to be in the big kid room. It's just, I'm an adult so daycare is kinda embarrassing on its own.”    “Hey Gene, don't be embarrassed. My daycare has had all kinds. We had a 45 year old autistic man for a few years who was a regular visitor. We tried him in the big kid room, but he found he liked it better with the little kids. I think you'll fit in great there!”    I looked over at the little kids and saw one chewing on her sleeve and the other with snot dripping down his face. “Can I please try to fit in with the big kids first and see if it's best to go down?”    “Sorry Gene, but that's a no can do. Mandi told me about…” She took a second to think “What's in your pants and I think it's best if you stick close to me. I watch the little kid room and Mandi here, she's 18, she watches the big kids. Maybe we can try you in the big kid room once we learn your schedule.”    “Ok.” I said, disappointed.    One of the kids in the middle row called out “What does he have in his pants?”    “Probably a diaper!” said one of the tweens.    Everybody laughed and I felt humiliated, to the point I almost started crying.    “He's not in diapers, Tanner.” Emma lied for me. “Doesn't he look a bit too old for them?    “Earny wore them!” Tanner responded.    “Yes, but Earny was a special case, you know that and he was very nice to you. Would you want Earny to feel bad for wearing diapers?”    “No I guess not.” He said. “I'm sorry I said you wear diapers Gene. That wasn't cool.”    “That's great Tanner, good job.” Emma fist pumped.    We pulled up to the daycare and Emma and Mandi got out. Mandi opened the door and Emma walked over. Emma climbed in and unbuckled me “climb out and hold hands with Mandi, ok?” she said.    “Ok.” I responded as I climbed out and put my hand out. Mandi looked distastefully at me but she reached out and took my hand. Her hand was soft and warm. Emma unbuckled the two 5 year olds then she climbed out with them. The bigger kids were allowed to unbuckle themselves and no one but me had to hold hands with a grown up.    Emma started walking to the door and everyone followed including Mandi and I walked with her. We entered and walked down the stairs, I saw the other kids hang up their bags then sort themselves into their rooms. Mandi took my book bag off and hung it on a hook. She took out a marker and wrote Gene LKR on it. She walked into the big kid room and I tried to follow, she put her hand on my chest and pushed me back, pointing to the little kid room. She pointed at me then put her hand down flat pushing it down in a scolding manner, as if to say I was a little kid. I hung my head and walked across the hall.    The little kid room was yellow, there were small plastic chairs and tables, a set of plastic drawers full of craft supplies and toys scattered everywhere. I saw the timeout corner was labeled and had two available chairs. I found a chair in a different corner and sat down not talking to anyone. Some time passed and I was very bored, so eventually I picked up some random toys, red power ranger and Ben 10. I played with them and imagined a scene in my head of a crossover where the two fight each other then become friends. Before I knew it I really got carried away and I was making noises with my mouth.    An 8 year old came up to me and asked “Hey, can I play with you? Everyone else here is kind of a baby.”    I stuttered, I didn't really want to play with the kids in here, but I didn't wanna be rude. “Uh, ok.” I said.    “Great! I'll be Luke Skywalker then.” He pulled out a Luke Skywalker toy.    “You like StarWars?” I asked.    “Yeah, my dad showed me it!” His face lit up “It's so cool! it's got like light sabers and a robot man and there's like fighting and they're in space!”    “Yeah, I like StarWars too.” I said calmly.    We moved our toys around and said what our guys were doing. We had a lot of fun for just a few minutes until Emma came up and approached us.     “Hey, you guys are having fun!” she said with a smile.    “Yeah!” said the little boy “It's nice to have another older kid who gets what I'm talking about.”    “That's great Derren!” She smiled. “Now boys, we're about to do a fun arts and crafts project. Mother's Day is coming up so we're going to make Compliment Flowers! Now Derren, you go head over to the middle table and I'm gonna check something with Gene.”    “Ok!” He said, standing up and running off.    She leaned down and whispered in my ear “How's your diaper doing, little buddy?” She asked.    I shifted in my seat to try and feel. “It's pretty wet.” I said, embarrassed.    “Alright, do you need help getting changed or can you do it on your own?”    “I think I can do it on my own.” I said, unconfidently.    “Ok, I'm gonna come with you to the bathroom and I'm gonna turn the other way while you change. If you need any help just ask.” I nodded and she grabbed my hand, pulled me up and we walked out into the hall, holding hands.    We entered the bathroom and she handed me a dry diaper from a shelf. It had cartoon characters I didn't recognize on it and was quite a bit thicker than my normal Tena slip maxi. I pulled down my pants then hopped up on the changing table. I felt the diaper and I truly realized how wet I was. “I was having so much fun I didn't realize I had to pee.” I thought to myself. I picked at the tapes and got them loose, unfolding my diaper off of me, it fell with a wet slap. I looked around and couldn't find any wipes. “Where are your wipes?” I asked.    “They're under the changing table on a shelf.” she said.    “Thank you.” I hopped off the table and grabbed the wipes, they had a child lock on them that I couldn't figure out. “Emma, I uh, I don't know how.” I said.    “It's ok, we all struggle with different stuff, that’s why you’re with me. I know you're trying your best.” She turned around then ushered me back on the table. She folded up my old diaper and threw it out then opened the wipes without thinking. She wiped me down, then unfolded the new diaper and taped me into it easy and quick. She helped me up and I put my pants back back on then she ushered me back to the little kid room.     I sat down on a small chair and saw there was construction paper, scissors, glue and markers. All the other kids were sitting around the table and Emma sat next to me. “Ok, I'm gonna give an explanation on how to make these. You guys just follow along.” She talked for a bit longer explaining the shape we were supposed to cut and that we should pick out mom's favourite colour. I grabbed some construction paper and picked up some scissors. Emma put her hand on my wrist to stop me. “Sorry, does your mom let you use those at home?”    “Yeah.” I said. “I open packages and stuff.”    “Ok, while you're here though maybe you can ask for help with the big scissors and you can use the safety scissors like Charlotte and Robby.”    I looked over and saw that Derren was using big scissors while the two 5 year olds were using safety scissors. “But I'm older than Darren and he's using big scissors.” I complained.    “I know, you're just new here. I wanna make sure you don't hurt yourself on the first day. Maybe if you do a good job the first few crafts you can work your way up. That's how Darren got them!” Emma smiled.    “Ok.” I said sadly.    I started cutting the shapes and it was very difficult with the safety scissors but eventually I got enough of them out   “Ok, now that everyone's got their shapes I want you to think of 10 things you like about your mom's and write them in the shapes.” Emma said to the whole table, before she got up to go help the 5 year olds with writing.    I sat and racked my brain for things I liked about my mom. She had only been nice to me for one day. I thought about how I like her pork chops and how she lets me stay up late to watch the fireworks on new years Eve and Canada day. I remembered that she cooks me breakfast every morning she's home and how if I'm a good boy all year she raises my bedtime a half an hour. I wrote them all down but that was only 4.    Emma came up and asked “Are you having trouble?”    “Yeah.” I said.    “Well, does your mommy give you nice hugs?”    “Sometimes.”    “Does she tuck you in bed?”    “Yeah.”    “You're in college, does she handle your money?”    “Yeah.”    “There's three right there you can thank her for. I'm sure you can think of two more.” She smiled as she moved on to help Darren.   I wrote them down and I also thought of her buying me adult looking outer clothes and how she lets me pick my own outfits most days.    “Ok.” Emma said “I've got some yellow circles in the middle, I want you to write I love you mommy because on one of them then glue the petals you just made to the circle.”   I got to work writing then I picked up a glue stick and Emma grabbed my hand again. “Here, let me do that for you.” She said as she pulled the glue stick out of my hand.    “I'm not a baby, I can do it.” I sulked.    “If you wanna try, I'll let you, but be careful not to get any on your fingers. This will stick them together.”    “I've used glue before.” I took the glue back with an attitude and started working again. I glued three on then got a little glue on my hand. I didn't wanna get in trouble so I didn't say anything. By the time all the petals were glued my hands were very sticky and two of my fingers were stuck together.    “How did you do, Gene?” Emma asked, she looked at the flower “Very nice.” She looked at my hand and grabbed it. “Very sticky, you said you knew how.”    “I do, I just messed up!” I said defensively.   She pulled me to my feet. “Lucky for you this is water soluble.” She pulled me into the bathroom and began to scrub my hands for me. “Did you notice how none of the bigger kids got their hands sticky? That's why I wanted to help you.” I looked away, embarrassed. She reached down my pants and checked my diaper. “Mostly dry.” She sighed before walking me back to the little kid room.    “Alright everybody! We're going let the flowers dry and until they're dry we're gonna go outside and have sprink ler time!” Emma called out!    Everybody got really excited. It had been an unseasonably hot week so even I was amped up to play in the sprinklers.          Chapter 14    “Alright everyone, go to the hooks and get your swim suits then go change in the bathroom!” Emma told everyone.    I tugged on Emma's shirt and asked “What if I didn't bring a swimsuit?”    “Oh I'm sorry Gene, we don't have extras, you'll have to sit it out this time.” She spoke normally before leaning over to whisper “Besides we don't have any adult size swim diapers here.”    “But it's so hot out, I wanna play in the sprinklers.” I whined.    “Well you'll just have to remember to bring one next time.”    All the other kids got their swimsuits on and we all went outside.   I asked again “Can I pleeease play in the sprinklers?”    “No, if I let you then your only clothes will be soaking wet. I can change your diaper, but do you really want to walk around daycare in just a diaper while your clothes are in the dryer?” Emma ranted.    “No I guess not.” I pouted.    The backyard was big, beautiful and already fenced in. Nevertheless there was a play pen made of colourful plastic walls off to the side.    “Gene, I want you to sit in here while the other kids play so you can't wander over to the sprinklers.”    “Yes ma'am.” I said, disappointed, as I walked over and stepped into the playpen. I sat on the grass and there were a few toys for me to play with; a teething ring, that stick with the different size rings you stack and a rubber ducky. I imagined the ducky having fun, floating in a pond and the waves kicked up and he had a little adventure in the ocean.    Some time passed and Emma stood from her lawn chair and spoke loudly “Alright, I'm gonna go inside and get you guys some juice and apple slices, Darren, you're in charge until I get back. Don't let Gene in the water and if anyone gets hurt you come get me, ok?”    “Sure thing Emma!” He said.    “What!? Darren’s in charge of me?” I thought “But he's a bro. He'll break the rules for me.” as soon as Emma stepped inside I climbed out of my playpen and walked towards the sprinklers.    Darren ran over to me and said “Gene stop, you're not supposed to.”    “Come on Darren, be a bro, it's hot out.” I begged.    Darren seemed conflicted, we were becoming fast friends he didn't want to tell his new friend no. “Ok.” he said “You can play a little, but just really quickly you have to be back in the playpen before Emma gets back.”    “Alright! Thanks Darren!” I shouted as I ran over.    It was so fun, I got carried away. I ran through all the different sprinklers. It was cool and refreshing and a bit of fun activity, exactly what I needed. Before I knew it my clothes and diaper were completely soaked. That was When Emma walked out.    “GENE!” She shouted “WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF THE PLAYPEN?” She stormed over to me. “Look at you, you're soaking wet.” She pulled my pants out and squeezed my diaper “and you've completely ruined your diaper!” I was sure everybody heard. She dragged me inside and over to the big kid room. “Mandi, can you go out and watch the little kids? Gene ran through the sprinklers in his only clothes and Darren's not responsible enough to watch them anymore.”    Mandi nodded then walked out, whacking me on the nose with two fingers on her way by.    “Oww.” I whined.    Emma took me upstairs to the laundry room and stripped me off and threw my clothes in the dryer. I stood there in just my wet diaper wondering what she would do next “Come on she said.” as she brought me back down stairs and into the little kid room.    “Aren't you going to change me?” I asked.    “Not until it's time.” She pushed down on my shoulder and sat me down in the plastic chair in the timeout corner. “You can sit here and think about what you've done while everyone else is having fun outdoor time.” Emma went back out doors leaving me alone and I started crying because of how uncomfortable and embarrassed I was.    Eventually Mandi came back in and said something in sign language   “I don't understand.” I said through tears.    Mandi pulled out her phone and typed something in her notes app then showed it to me “You are a disgusting baby man, stop crying. You call yourself an adult, but you are far from one. You belong in a preschool not a daycare.” I read it and started crying harder.    She whacked me on the nose again and I begged “Please stop doing that!” as I continued to cry. She walked back over to the big kid room.    I sat there for some hours, I had to pee again, but no one came to help me so I wet myself and it spilled out. Eventually I heard someone walk in the back door. It was Emma and my mom.    When my mom saw me, her college aged boy sitting in a soaked diaper and a puddle of my own pee, she ran up and hugged me. “Oh my sweet boy, what did they do to you?” She asked.    “They wouldn't let me play in the sprinkler and they wouldn't change my diaper and the mean Asian Lady hit me on my nose.” I said through laboured breaths.    My mom pulled me in closer as he rubbed the back of my head. “Hey, hey, it's ok. You aren't ever coming back here again.” She turned to Emily and said “This is the worst caretaking I've ever seen. My son may be socially slow, but he does not deserve this! I have half a mind to call the police, because this is neglect.” My mom scolded Emma. “Now get me my son's clothes and a dry diaper and I will change him and I expect a full refund!”    “Yes, ma'am, sorry ma'am.” Emma said as she hurriedly grabbed a diaper from the bathroom, gave it to my mom and ran back upstairs.    Mom laid me down on the floor and opened my diaper “Just like I thought, you've got diaper rash.” She grabbed a nearby sweater and wiped me dry with it. She unfolded the new diaper and placed it under me, taping it on me. Emma came back with my clothes and mom helped me into them.    “I'm sorry, ma'am I lost track of time. Your refund will come in a few short days.” Emma apologized again.    “If it doesn't, you'd best believe the cops are coming.” Mom grabbed my hand and took me to the hallway to get my bag then we left through the front door.    Mom opened the door to her car and buckled my seatbelt for me. She got in the car and we drove off.    “I'm sorry about that, my sweet boy.” My mom said.    “Thank you for saving me.” I said.    “You can go back to being watched by Sasha from now on and you can stay up an hour past bedtime tonight and watch extra YouTube.” She smiled.    “That's awesome! thank you mommy!” I hugged her from the side then took the compliment flower out of my bag and handed it to her. “We made these for Mother's Day today!”    She read it and started to tear up a little “Ohh baby boy. This is so sweet. Thank you. Mommy loves you too.” She clipped it to her dash and we drove home talking about all the things on the petals.   Chapter 15   That night I stayed up late and had so much fun! My mom unlocked my phone, it still had ChildWatch activated, but it was no longer greyed out! I got to check all my favourite TikTok and Instagram pages! After that I watched a bunch of youtube and then my usual bedtime came.   My mom walked in “Hey, I just wanted to let you know it's your usual bedtime, but just keep doing what you're doing. I'm letting you stay up an extra hour.” She walked over and reached down my pants to check my diaper. “Alright, not too wet. I think it can make it until bedtime.”    “Thanks mommy!” I said as she walked out. I went back to YouTube and then I thought to myself. “I'm alone in my bedroom, I can do whatever I want.”    I got up and shut my bedroom door, then I went over to the corner of my bed and began humping it gently and imagining Sasha. I took off my pants, but I knew I wasn't allowed to remove my diaper so I also took off my shirt. Powerless and unable to touch my own special area I took my pillows down to the middle of the bed and sat on top of them and started humping. I moved all around the room humping every surface until I finished in my diaper. After that I laid down and scrolled on TikTok for a while until bedtime.    My mom changed me and was confused by the strange markings and breaks on the padding of my diaper. She cleaned me up and got me in a fresh one. Then I went to sleep like normal.      I woke up in the morning and knew it was Saturday! I finally had a weekend day to do whatever I wanted. I got up and felt my diaper sag beneath me.    I checked my phone and saw there was a message from Donny. “Hey, where’d you go yesterday? Sasha was cagey about it and you didn't go home with her.”    “I got a ride with an old lady, nothing to worry about.” I replied.      I walked out to the kitchen and it was empty. I looked over to the couch and no one was there. “Oh, good, mom's not up yet!” I thought.    I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. South Park was on and I decided to watch it and just keep an ear open for when my mom got up. three episodes went by and she still wasn't up, so I changed to YTV and tried making myself breakfast. I made toast and put peanut butter on it. It was a little undercooked but better than burnt.    I ate while watching SpongeBob and then I went to my mom's room with the intention of getting a change. I knocked on the door and entered slowly. She wasn't in bed. “Gosh, did she leave me home alone?” I wondered, “maybe the daycare thing was the final straw and she's finally trusting me to be independent.” I checked the bathroom and all around the basement and she was nowhere to be found “YES!” I shouted, but I started to think “It's weird she would leave without telling me and who's gonna change my diaper.” I walked to my room and untaped myself. I wiped myself clean then put on a fresh diaper. The tapes were tricky to get on and the diaper didn't feel even and seemed like it might leak, but it was protection and the best I could do.    I walked back out to the living room and put the South park marathon back on and watched, proud and content. I watched three more episodes and got bored so I stood up to go to my room when I heard the lock turn in the door.    My mom walked in. “Hey, baby, how are you doing?” She asked, as she quickly approached, checking my diaper.   “I'm ok, where have you been all morning?” I asked     “Well I got invited to the neighbor's house to try their new Lemon bars and I figured it was a good opportunity to gauge how you would do waking up on your own. It looks like you did a good job. You've gotten yourself changed for one and I see crumbs on the counter! Did you have breakfast?”    “I did! I just made toast and peanut butter.”    “That's good, at least it's something and you didn't light the kitchen on fire. It shows you are making progress and maybe in a few years you'll be ready to spend time without supervision.”    “Well not a few years. I'm gonna be moving out in a day or two, right?” I got concerned.    “Oh, sweetie. I don't know. Do you really think you're ready for that?”    “Yeah! I did good this morning.”   “You did good for one morning. But do you honestly think you could handle taking care of yourself every day? For one you can't live off of toast alone, for two you don't know how to pay bills or handle your finances and for three I didn't wanna say anything but your tape job on your diaper is horrible.” She grabbed the seat of my pants. “Look, you're leaking.”    “But I wanna learn that stuff. Have adult adventures and earn those skills.”   “And I wanna help you do that. In the safety of grown ups.”    “So are you not gonna sign the documents for me to move to the dorms?”    “No baby, I'm not.” She said gently and shook her head.    “But you said so! You promised.” I teared up.    “You're too little to understand this, but sometimes grown ups need to lie to their kids to make them behave.”    “No you don't!” I stomped my feet “You're just being selfish because you don't want me to leave like James and Toby did!”    “GO TO YOUR ROOM!” my mom shouted “James is a grown man and he's a hell of a lot more mature than you! Bringing up Toby is disgusting, even for you! You have the mind of a child and a rage like your father. Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you.”    “I'm sorry mommy.” I started to cry because I knew what I did was wrong.    “Don't mommy me now. Get outta my sight.”    I went to my room and cried for a long time. I tried to scroll on my phone, but it didn't feel the same. I stared up at the ceiling thinking about how bad I probably made my mom feel.    Two hours went by and my mom came into my room. She sat at the edge of my bed and didn't look at me. “Listen, we were both angry. I think we both said some things that were out of line, but I'm a grown up and it wasn't right. I'm sorry.”    I crawled over to her and started bawling “I'm sorry too mommy. I don't know what I was thinking. It's not ok that I said that about Toby and I feel horrible about it.”    She put her arm around me and pulled me close. “I think it hurt so much because you were right. When Toby died it put a strain on our family. It's why your father left and I put all that pressure of being a man on your brother. It wasn't right. I didn't want to drive you away like James, and didn't wanna see you suffer like Toby.” She started crying “I just wanted my last little bit of family to stay with me. I can't stand the thought of being alone and I can't stand the thought of it being my fault.”    “It's not your fault mom. Dad was a bastard, you got rid of him for me and James and Toby's pneumonia had nothing to do with you. Dad left him out in the cold.”    “Thank you, my sweet boy.” She kissed me on the cheek. “So will you stay?”    I sighed “Ok.” But I didn't mean it. I decided to stay for a little while, but I still wanted to leave in the next few months. I knew I couldn't stay a kid forever. I was a 19 year old in diapers for Christ sake.    My mom pushed me back on the bed, “now let's get your diaper changed and you into some clean pants.” She tugged my pants down and threw them in the laundry basket. Then she untaped my diaper and threw it in the garbage. She wiped me down and taped me into a new one. She pulled my hand and helped me up. “How about we get rid of the no exposed diaper rule. You can walk around in just a diaper and a t-shirt for the rest of the day.”    I was a little embarrassed but I said “ok Mommy.” We went back out to the living room and mom sat on the couch, I snuggled up to her and she turned on the tv. After a while, without noticing I started sucking my thumb.      Some hours passed and it was supper time    “I'm sorry baby. Mama has to get up and cook. We can cuddle more later.”    I whined through the thumb in my mouth “ok.”    Mom got up and started prepping vegetables. I turned the tv back to South park to test the waters.    “Sweet boy, is that swear words I hear on the television?” She asked.    I quickly changed the channel. What came on seemed to be a preschool show. I didn't know any of the characters but there was a cat girl who was being very nice so I stayed on it. I watched for quite a while and I felt like it was very educational. This episode was about dealing with anxiety and setting boundaries when you're uncomfortable.    “It's too bad I'm not allowed to set boundaries.” I thought to myself.    The show was very fun and there were three episodes in a row of it. My brain got really relaxed watching it and I felt small and safe.    My mommy came over and said “Wow, you're really liking this show. It seems to be the right level for you. I could get you some DVDs of this to watch.”    “Yesh, mommy I lohve dis show!” I said with my thumb in my mouth. I took my thumb out and said “Everything makes sense, not like the big kid shows that always talk about weird stuff”    “Alright, that's my boy.” mommy pulled out her phone and typed something in. “Looks like the cast is doing a live performance in town next week. Do you want to go?”    “Yes mommy, pleeease!” I begged.    “Sure thing, big boy.” She smiled. She bought the tickets then told me to stand up. She checked my diaper which was only a little wet. Then she walked me over to the kitchen table for supper.    Supper was delicious yet simple; Flatbread Pizzas with hamburg and an assortment of veggies. I ate mine fast then stood up and said “Thanks Mommy!” before I ran to my room. I sat at the computer and began watching yo utube. As I watched my brain fog cleared and I thought to myself “Why the heck was I so into that baby show?”    Chapter 16    I went to bed that night back at normal bedtime of 9:30. “Mom, I'm just thinking since I'm 19 and I'm gonna be sticking around for a while. Can my bedtime be moved up to 10:30 permanently?” I asked.    My mom tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead “No sweet boy. You know your bedtime only goes up on your birthday and only if you've been a good boy that year.”    “But all the other kids my age stay out until like 2am.” I complained.    “All the other kids your age are adults who take care of themselves.”    “ok.” I pouted.   “Goodnight my sweet boy.” she said as she turned on my night light and turned off my ceiling light then left closing the door.    I went to sleep thinking about how much of a little kid I feel like, having such an early bedtime. Eventually I dozed off.    The next morning I woke up and was excited to feel something different down below. My diaper was dry. “I haven't woken up in a dry diaper in ever!” I thought to myself. I ran out of my room to find my mom “Mommy! Look! My diaper is dry!” I shouted proudly.    “Great job little man! That's almost three hours of sleep without an accident.”    “What? Three hours? No, I went to bed at 9:30 last night and it's 6:00. That's more than eight hours.” I stopped smiling, confused.    “What, you don't remember? You came and got me in the middle of the night last night because you leaked. I changed you and your sheets and got you back to bed.”    “Nooo,” I said, disappointed. “I thought I was finally drying up like the doctor said I would.”    “The doctor said that when you were 8 and besides you need to master potty training before you stop wetting the bed.”    I sat down at the table and mom brought over a ham and egg bagel. I ate it and it was good but not as good as the thought of finally getting out of padding.    Mom sat down next to me “I've got an event with the moms of disabled children alliance today. We'll be doing a few things to raise money for Beth's Son's surgery. So I'm gonna be dropping you off at Sasha's house today.”    “Oh wow, it'll be fun to see her place. How come she's not coming here?” I asked.    “Well she'll also be babysitting some of the kids of the other moms so it's better for you all to go to one place.”    “That makes sense. Who else is coming?”    “Missy, that autistic girl you grew up with and a younger one. Abe, he's a toddler, but he's got Spina bifida.”    “Oh ok.” I said out loud, but secretly I was thinking “I hate Missy! She’s a year younger than me but she always acts like she's more mature and she's so blunt and mean.”    The rest of the morning went smoothly. I showered and mom put me in a fresh diaper, I even used the toilet once. Mom brought me outside and made me hold her hand as we walked up the street to Sasha's house.   My mom knocked on the door and heard some quick thumping of footsteps before the door opened “Hi guys!” Sasha said with a big smile, before she hugged me “Come on in!”    We walked in and her house was nice. It was clearly her family home with pictures of her and her parents all over the walls. It had a nice big kitchen and the living room had a couch, two chairs and a playpen.    I looked in the playpen and saw the toddler. “Where's Missy?” I asked, hoping she didn't come.   “Oh Missy’s just in the bathroom. She can go all by herself!” Sasha teased me and praised her.    My mom handed Sasha my book bag. “I've filled it with diapers and wipes,” She said.    “Great, thank you.” Sasha replied.    “Now, I'm gonna get going. You be good for Sasha and you listen to Missy too.”    “What!? Why do I have to listen to Missy?” I was appalled.    “Sweety, Missy may be younger than you, but she's a lot more mature.”My mom said.    Sasha chimed in. “Girls always are.”    “I think you could learn a lot from her.” my mom continued.    “But we both still need babysitters!” I whined.    “Yes, but she's ahead of you in a lot of other ways you can't really understand.” my mom said.    “Like potty training and maturity!” Sasha chimed in again.    “What exactly do you all mean when you say maturity because there is no way I'm less mature than Missy.”    “Watch it!” my mom said sharply. “Be nice. Besides, boys are always less mature than girls.”    “Yeah, you and Abe are basically on the same level.” Missy snickered as she walked out of the bathroom.    “Oh there's the big girl now!” my mom said with a big smile. “How have you been?”    “Kinda bad, my cat died and I hate my step dad.”    everybody, but me, laughed at her dry humour response    “Are you gonna help Sasha look after Gene and Abe?” My mom asked.    “Well someone has to. it's gonna be difficult handling two toddlers.”    “SHUT UP!” I shouted.    “GENE TIMEOUT NOW!” My mom shouted.    “She was being mean to me.” I whined, “She called me a toddler.”    “But it was funny when she said it. It was a joke and you basically are one anyway.”    I walked over to the corner and stood in it, I folded my arms in anger. I stayed so steaming mad the whole time that I couldn't even listen to them talk, eventually my mom said goodbye and a few minutes after Sasha let me off timeout.    “Alright, you can come out now if you're ready to apologize.” Sasha said.   I stayed facing the corner and said nothing.   “Are you just gonna stay on timeout all day? That'll be pretty boring.”    “I don't want to apologize, she was mean to me.”    “Gene, you're being really immature and it's reminding me why our secret arrangement is ending tomorrow morning if you don't get out of your mom's house.”    I panicked as I remembered she only gave me three days to figure a way out before we broke up. I turned around a bit the bullet “I'm sorry Missy.”    “for what?” Sasha asked.   “For telling you to shut up.”    “and what did you learn?”    I almost threw up knowing I had to say it “I learned that maturity wise I am basically a toddler and I should listen to big kids like you.”    “Apology accepted Gene.” Missy said and I stepped away from the corner.    “Sasha, I need your help to use the bathroom. Will you please come with me?” I begged.    “Ok Genie.” She said.    We walked to the bathroom and I turned around, locking the door. “We need to get back to my place and look for the ID cards so I can get outta here before tomorrow morning.” I said.   “Well how are you going to do that? I need to stay here to watch the other two kids.”    “My house is just down the street. I can just walk over there-”    She interrupted me. “And leave you unattended in front of Miss tattle tale. Your mother will never let me hear the end of it.”    “Do you hate her too?” I asked.    “I don't hate her. She is annoying. I remember me and her used to get babysat together and she was always such a snitch.”   “Then why did you take her side?”    “I don't know, adult instinct. When I get around other adults it just flows. You know which kids are the good kids and which ones need timeouts.”    “But don't you remember being the kid who adults said needed a timeout.”    “Well that's the thing. I did need timeouts and then I learned and grew. Something you two haven't done.”    My head fell “So you really think I need to grow up?”    “I don't know, kinda. It's just sometimes you're so immature and then other times you have this confidence. It’s like your maturity comes in waves. It makes it hard to tell what the right choice is in all this.”    “So will you help me get over there and get my cards?”    “I'll put you down for a nap and you can crawl out my bedroom window.”    “Thank you.” I said.    “It’s a little suspicious to put you down for a nap now. Come out with us until 12 and I’ll put you down after lunch.”   “But I’d have more time to look if I went now. We can just say I was really tired from this morning.”   “Do you think she’d believe that?”   “No.” I hung my head and we walked out of the bathroom.     I sat down in a recliner chair and Missy stared at me.    “What?” I asked.   “Do you honestly still need help in the bathroom?” She asked.   “Yeah, I mean kinda. I used to do it myself, but I…” I stopped talking. I didn’t want to tell her I was put back in diapers.   “I didn’t know how bad you were really doing. I remember from the old days you always had accidents. It’s good someone’s finally helping you.” She said, sounding half sincere.    “Yeah.” I agreed.   We sat in silence for a while and Sasha asked “Why don’t we watch a movie?”    “NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM!” Missy shouted.    “Do you want to watch night at the museum, Gene?” Sasha asked.   “Um, sure.” I shrugged.   Sasha turned on her smart TV and put on Night at the museum. Missy went down on the floor and watched up close.     Chapter 17   We finished watching the movie and Sasha asked “Did you kids enjoy that?” with a smile.    “can we watch it again!?” Missy asked, with the biggest smile.    “I don't think Abe and Gene would like that very much would they?” Sasha proposed.    “No I guess not.” Missy bowed her head, disappointed.    “Anyway it's Lunch time! what do you want me to make you?” Sasha asked.    “Can we have grilled cheese?” I asked.    “No! chicken and fries!” Missy grunted.    Sasha thought for a minute and said “Well Missy's the big kid here so we'll let her decide.” She got up and started preparing the lunch.    “Man, this sucks.” I thought to myself “Just because Missy's more mature than me she gets to decide for both of us.” I glared at her and she didn't even notice. “I can't wait to get out of here and be a grown up again.   In about 20 minutes the chicken and fries were ready.   “Come on over kids!” Sasha said as she walked over and grabbed Abe from the playpen.    I walked over and saw 3 plates. One was in front of a highchair, obviously Abe's and the other two were plastic children's plates, a blue one shaped like Mickey mouse and a pink one with a picture of the Disney princesses on it. I sat down at the blue plate because I'm a boy and Missy shrieked.    “NO! I want blue! I want blue!” Missy shouted.   “Missy, calm down sweetie.” Sasha said “Gene can you take the pink one?”    “But that one's for girls!” I protested gently.    “You wore girl pull-ups and those were fine.”    “Ha! pull-ups baby.” Missy said.    “Ok.” I said sadly as I moved over to the pink plate.    I ate my meal with hatred in my heart and glared at everyone the whole time “I can't believe they think Missy is more mature than me. That was just about a fit over a plate.” I thought to myself. I finished my meal first and asked “Can I be excused?”    “Nope, stay right there.” Sasha said. “I'm gonna put you down for a nap after this.”    “Haha, nap, you need a nap, grumpy boy.” Missy teased me. “I'm a big kid, I don't need naps.”    “Sasha, can you please make her be nice to me. She keeps bullying me.” I begged.    “It's ok Gene, if you were as mature as her you could see it's just playful ribbing.”    “It's hurting my feelings though. Aren't feelings what matter?” I asked.    “I suppose so.” Sasha relented “Missy, can you be nicer to little Genie? I think you're hurting his feelings.”    “No.” Missy said, like it was morally no different than taking a breath.    “Ok, but do you understand I'm asking you to be nicer to Genie.”    “I don't want to, he's a baby.”    “This isn't a choice, young lady. I'm telling you to do something and I'm in charge!” Sasha raised her tone a little.    “You're barely in charge. I'm basically a co babysitter here. You're not in charge of me.”    “No you're not, your mother left me in charge of you.”   “Don't care.”Missy waved her off and finished eating. “I'm a grown up so I don't have to ask to leave the table.” Missy walked over to the smart tv and replayed night at the museum.    “You're not just gonna let her disrespect you like that, are you?” I asked.    “I don't know, what can I really do? She’s too old for me to spank.” Sasha said.    “What the fuck.” I said, as I looked her straight in the eye.    “Hey, no swearing!” She reprimanded me “But you know it wasn't my choice to do that to you, right?”    “I guess I kinda understand. The only other option was me getting the hot Sauce.”    “Exactly.” Sasha reached over and grabbed a bar of soap from the sink. She broke off a small piece and handed it to me “Now suck on this like hard candy until it's all gone. That'll be your punishment.”    “What!? That's not fair! That f word was called for!” I whined.    “Soap in mouth.” She said sternly and I put it in.    The soap was bitter and disgusting. I sucked it extra hard, working up more saliva to get it gone quicker. It was so gross and foamy that I lost focus on my bladder peed myself. “Can I spit it out, please?” I begged.    “Nope, swallow it.” She said as she fed Abe the last bite of chicken.    I swallowed one big gulp of foam and shuttered, almost throwing up.    “That's a good boy.” She praised, patting my head and rubbing my face. “At Least I can control one Baby.”    “I'm not a baby.” I sulked.    “Ok, Mr Man, let's get you down for your nap.” She stood me up by my armpits then pulled me by my wrist back into the bedroom. Sasha closed the door behind us and opened the window. She took the screen off and helped me out. “Good luck.” She said.    “Thank you.” I started walking home.      As I approached the front door I grabbed the spare key from the mailbox. I opened the door and walked in thinking of places to look. “Maybe mom's filing cabinet.” I thought. I walked into her office and started rifling through all of the drawers. I found a lot of cool stuff; tax info, fancy letter openers and love poems from my dad in the early stages in their relationship. I was able to glean my social insurance number from the tax documents, so that was great. I wrote it in the notes app on my phone. Still, nevertheless I couldn't find my birth certificate. There was one more drawer in my mom's office but it was locked. “I'll come back to this if I can't find it in the rest of the house. I don't want to break another lock.” I thought.    I went to my mom's room and looked through the drawers. Her bedside table had Allergy medicine, a journal and a magazine with pictures of old men with greying chest hair. “Gross,” I thought. “But appropriate. I wish I was allowed to look at porn.”    I cracked my mom's journal to see if there were any clues. I looked back to the day I left. My mom wrote “I had to spank Gene today, he's been making a lot of mistakes without me hearing about it. Hiring Sasha to watch him at university was a great decision. Honestly I question the validity of letting him attend university. I should have said yes to the four more years program at his highschool. He could be picking up recyclables with the Special Ed teachers now instead of wasting money for a degree he'll be too irresponsible to use.”    “Jesus Christ, I forgot about the four more years program they offered my mom. I had to break down crying before my mom said no. That would have been so embarrassing. I'm not even stupid I just have bad social skills. Being watched by the special Ed teachers would have been such a major blow to my ego.” I thought.    I turned the page. “This morning I woke up and my baby was gone. He left and I was so worried about him I cried. He's becoming a man now, or at least he's trying. I have him home now, the trick is not letting him leave. He's my baby so he's staying here forever.”    “Jeez mom.” I thought “She was really heart broken, but I've gotta get out of here. I feel bad leaving her, but I love being Sasha's boyfriend.”    I closed the journal and walked downstairs to the storage room. “I know mom keeps old documents and crap from our relatives downstairs, it might be in there “ I thought.    I opened up a random tub and found family photos. I thought about how happy we looked before Toby and how dad was gone shortly after. In lots of pictures I wore just a diaper and a t-shirt. “I can't believe I'm back in diapers after all these years.” I hung my head and peed a little as I sighed.    I looked through multiple boxes and found nothing. I went back up stairs figuring the birth certificate had to be in that locked drawer in my mom's office. I looked up a YouTube tutorial on how to pick locks. I unfolded a paper clip and got down on my knee.    I felt like I was making good progress when my phone suddenly greyed out. A notification came on the screen “Hey Baby Boy. Why are you back at the house? What lock are you picking?”    My heart plummeted to my stomach “SHIT! I forgot ChildWatch sends all my searches and my location to my mom.” I thought.    The message changed “Go back to Sasha's house now and your Punishment won't be too severe.”    I was so scared I fully let go of my bladder and soaked my diaper. After that I stood up and walked back outside, locking the door to my house and walked back over to Sasha's house.I crawled back in the window and left the room to go get Sasha.    “Oh, hey Gene, how did your nap go?” Sasha asked with a tone which hinted to more.    “Really bad.” I started crying. “I need changed, Sasha.”    Sasha got up and squeezed my diaper through my pants. “It's ok Genie.” She said “That's why you're in them.” She ushered me back in the bedroom.      When we got back to the room Sasha tugged down my shorts and began changing me. I explained the situation while she worked away.    “Oh, yeah, that is really bad.” She said. “Have you thought about how you'll explain it?”    “I have no clue.”    “Well, you should tell her that I had nothing to do with it so that I can still babysit you.”    “That's a good idea.”    “Just say you were grumpy so I put you down for a nap and you snuck out on your own.”    “Ok, but what do I say to get out of trouble, what do I tell her I was doing?”    Sasha finished taping me into my diaper then she helped me up. “I think you just bite the bullet and tell the truth. Maybe it'll help her understand that you want out.”    “But I promised her I'd stay, just yesterday.”    “at this point she has to know you can't.”    “I really don't think she will. I read some of her journals. She doesn't want me to leave. She's actively fighting against it.”    “Well I guess if you're staying like this forever, we might as well enjoy the time we have left.”    “What do you mean?”    “I gave you three days to get out, which means we break up tomo rrow and I go back to just being your babysitter.”    “Oh yeah.” I pouted.    “What do you say we hookup one last time and then cuddle on the couch until your mom takes you home?”    “I guess I won't have a chance like this again for a long time so… I'd love to.”    I bent down and kissed her passionately and we began to grind on each other.      Chapter 18    Sasha and I moved over to the bed and I used my man strength to push her on. We kept making out as she fiddled with the tapes on my diaper and she removed it. Sasha took off her red halter top and threw it on the ground and I reached in back to try and take off her black lace bra. I was completely incapable so she took it off herself. She unzipped her tight black jean skirt and pulled it town while we felt every part of each other leaving her in only her black lace panties. I took off my t-shirt and played with her panties a little before moving them to the side for my fingers. I'll skip ahead a little because I'm pretty sure the rules on this site say no full sex scenes.    Sasha made a strange face I'd never seen a woman make before. She told me not to stop and I didn't then suddenly she shoved me away. Her body trembled as she stood on all fours mere inches away from me. I collapsed on the bed and she collapsed onto me.    She rubbed my chest hair. “That was amazing, Genie.”    “Thank you, I feel like I was really in the zone.”    We both breathed a sigh of relief.    “Missy and Abe are out in the living room.” Sasha said “I hate to say it but we should get you back in your diaper and head out there.”     “Please, I just wanna cuddle.” I begged.    “I do too, but I can't leave them unattended.”    “I understand.” I said.    Sasha taped me back into my diaper then she stood me back up.    I slapped her ass on the way by “Call that revenge.” I joked and stuck out my tongue.    We both got our clothes back on and Sasha sprayed us both with perfume to mask the smell. Then we walked out.       “That was a long diaper change.” Missy pointed out.   “Yep, Genie was very messy, that's why he was crying.” Sasha said, grabbing my padded butt.    “Anyway I've been watching Abe all this time and he's fine so I'll take that apology now.” Missy said pridefully.    Sasha and I sat on the couch and started cuddling without saying a word.      We watched most of night at the museum 2 before I felt like I suddenly had to poop. I tried to hold it in out of stubbornness and a hatred for the feeling of poop in my pants. Eventually I had to say something.    “Umm Sasha, can I have help in the bathroom?” I asked.    “Does it have to be now? The movie's almost over.”    “Yeah, I need it now.” I said desperately.    Sasha stood and said “Ok, kiddo, come on.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me up then she walked me to the bathroom holding my hand. “Now, do you really need bathroom help or is this another secret talk?    “No, I really need help, can you untape me?” I started dancing out of desperation.    “Oh, ok.” She pulled down my pants and picked at my tapes as I felt it trying to slide out. I held it back with everything I had. “Stop squirming.” She said.    Eventually I felt the diaper fall and no sooner as I sat on the toilet did an avalanche of poop come out. “Oh my god, thank God.” I moaned.    “Good job! You made it!” Sasha clapped. I peed a little then went to grab some toilet paper. then Sasha interrupted me with her hand “Here, let me do that.” She rolled up some toilet paper then said “Lean.” and I leaned over. I felt her wipe my butt. We did that many times before I was fully clean. Then she stood me up and taped my diaper back on. Finally she helped me back into my pants.    We walked back out to the living room when we heard a knock on the door.    Sasha answered the door “Hi Mrs Littlewood!” She said.    “Hi Sasha, why were you and baby Genie over at my house today?”    “I don't know what you're talking about?” Sasha lied. “We've been here all day.    “Now I know that isn't true, I have location tracking on Gene's phone and the app said he was over there.”    I went to hide my face in fear but Missy blurted out “It's true, I helped watch him all day. He was here all day.”    “Is that so, Missy?” my mom asked. “Then what were you all doing at 12:25?”    “That's when Gene got put down for his nap, which I don't take because I'm a big kid!” Missy smiled.    My mom looked over at Sasha “You put him down for a nap?”    “He was grumpy, clearly didn't sleep enough.”    “oh yes, he was up in the night, soaked through his diaper, poor thing.”    I blushed and finally did hide my face.   My mom thought for a second “Well if he truly did go down for a nap, you'll have a wet diaper from nap time to show me.”    Sasha and I looked at each other and smiled. We ushered my mom back into the bedroom and showed her my heavily wet diaper from earlier.   “Well I guess it's all right there. No harm no foul.” My mom said “But why were you looking up how to pick locks?” She asked.    “To impress chicks.” I said, quickly and with a big smile.”    Mom came up and hugged me. “Oh, that's so cute, my little baby’s interested in women, but you're far from ready for that just yet. You just focus on your studies for now.”    “Yes mommy.” I said and bowed my head.    She took me by the wrist and brought me back out to the living room. “Welp, I better get this little boy home before he annoys Missy with all his flirting.”    “Ew gross.” Missy cringed, “I don't date babies.”    Mom and Sasha laughed. Sasha walked up and kissed me on the cheek “Have a good night, Genie.” She patted the front of my diaper and my mom pulled me outside.   We climbed in the car and my mom buckled my seatbelt for me. “You're so helpless.” she chuckled “Does Sasha help you buckle your seatbelt too?”    “Yes.” I lied as I looked away in shame.    “All those big muscles and you're still just a baby.”    It was a short drive back home and my mom unbuckled me. We walked inside and I started to go to my room. “I had fun today mom, Sasha's a great babysitter.”    “That's good deer. I think she'll be watching you for a very long time.”    I walked down the hall into my room and sat at my computer and decided to watch YouTube until bedtime.    I started thinking about how tomorrow morning I would be single again and Sasha would go back to being just my babysitter. How sad it's going to be to lose that connection. She's so sweet and she's been trying to help me get out. I guess I understood why she wouldn't want to stay with me in this position.    “I do have my social insurance number on my phone.” I thought. “That was the only thing I needed to fill out the papers. I could just leave the house tomorrow morning and never come back. I wouldn't have my birth certificate, but I only needed that for ID. I'm sure there must be some clerical way I could get a copy.”    Mom walked in as I was thinking “Alright, it's bedtime, kiddo. Lay down, let's get you changed.” She said with a smile and a clap of her hands.   I could feel I was a little wet so I got up and laid down. She took my pants off and changed me, then she took off my shirt too. She walked me over to the bathroom and I brushed my teeth. I didn't use the toilet like I normally do before bed because of the tape on diaper I was in. I went back to my room and she tucked me in.    “Goodnight, my sweet boy.” My mom said, as she kissed me on the forehead and walked out. Leaving only my fishtank nightlight on.    I laid in bed and thought some more “If I left, I could keep my love, these feelings I have for Sasha. I could be an adult and see everyone at the university again. It would be a brand new adventure. Plus I could wear my training pants again.” I laid there empty minded for a second “That's what I'll do. A clean break, nobody has to know I'm not coming back. I'll tell Sasha in the morning.”    Chapter 19    I woke up in the morning and rolled over, picking up my phone. There was a text from Donny.    “Hey I haven't heard from you all weekend, you coming back today?” he sent.    “Yep I'm coming.” I replied.    I scrolled on Instagram for a while before I got up and went to the kitchen for my last breakfast with mom.    “Hi, darling.” My mom said, “Pancakes?”    “umm, yeah!” I responded, excited. I sat at the kitchen table and felt my soaked diaper squish between me and the wooden chair. I winced. My mom had already been cooking pancakes so she loaded three on my plate and walked it over. “Thanks mom.” I said.    “You're welcome.” She smiled as she then pulled back my chair and looked at my diaper. “You're very wet, look, it's almost all the way to the top.” She leaned me forward. “It's going back to your bum too.”    “I'm sorry mama.” I said, looking up at her, sadly.   She patted me on the shoulder and said “It's ok baby, I know you can't control it.” She leaned me back “Eat your breakfast and I'll change you before Sasha comes to pick you up.”    I ate my pancakes and they were super good. I was glad I got to have my mom's cooking one last time before I left again. Once I was done mom walked me back and removed my diaper for me. I showered and did my routine before she put me in another one.    My clothes were getting more space as the days went on, but mom picked out an outfit for me. My old gym shorts from high school that were blue, white and way too short and a shirt that had been left behind by one of my girl cousins years ago. The shirt loooked as though it would be so tight on me it may as well have been a crop top, it was pink and read “Virgins for Christ” across the chest.   “Moooom I can't wear that.” I whined, “People will think I'm a virgin.”    “I'm sorry, are you not a virgin?” my mom asked punitively.    I thought quickly and lied, “Well, yeah I am, but I don't want anyone else to know that.”    My mom hugged me “Oh Genie, you don't need to worry about looking mature in front of your friends.” She pushed me back just a little, so she could look me in the eye, keeping her hand on the small of my back. “You're nowhere near mature enough to be having sex, and if any of them are really friends with you they already know that and they love you anyway.”    “I guess you're right.” I submitted. I wiggled out of the hug and put on my shorts. I checked the visibility of my diaper in the mirror. There were some poses I would have to be careful not to do or people would see my diaper through the legs. I folded the waistband of the diaper down to fit into my shorts because they weren't quite tall enough. I put on the shirt and just like I thought, very snug and very short.   I walked over to the mirror and was immediately ashamed to be wearing this. I looked like a very low effort femboy. Short shorts and a crop top were never something I would voluntarily wear.    My mom walked up to me as I stared at myself and straightened out the waistband of my diaper so it poked up above my shorts again. “Silly boy, that's not how diapers work. The absorbent part is on the inside.”      I took one more look at myself in the mirror then collapsed on my bed, my mom left me to scroll on my phone. About 45 minutes went by when I heard a honk and my mom shouted “Sasha's here!”    I ran out to the living room, grabbed my book bag and my mom stopped me on my way out the door by grabbing my waistband. She checked my diaper and confirmed it was dry then kissed me on the cheek. We said I love you and I was out the door.    On my way to the car I rolled my diaper back down into my shorts. “No more rules. I can hide this if I want to.” I thought.    I got into the car and Sasha tried to stifle a giggle.   “What?” I asked.    “Virgins for Christ?” she asked.    “I'm running out of clothes, ok?” I whined.    “I know, but there had to have been a better option.”    “My mom dressed me.”    “Yet another of your babyish qualities.” She sighed. “Welp I guess today's the day, we're broken up and I'm officially just your babysitter now.”    “Actually, no. I had a thought last night. I have my social insurance number now so I actually can fill out the form documents. I'm just not gonna come back today!” I celebrated.    Sasha sat and thought for a minute then said “Alright, I guess if that's your plan we can stay together. But I want those forms filled out today. There's no going back with me.”    “Yes ma'am.” I said.    We continued to drive, talking about things we could do now that I'm free. We made jokes and planned day trips and eventually when we got to the parking lot Sasha said “Alright we're here!” We got out of the car and we walked around to each other. “Kisses please.” Sasha asked, smiling.”    I bent down and kissed her gently. I felt a heat take over and I grabbed her ass. She grabbed mine and the feeling reminded me of my diaper, I was immediately turned off. I stood up, moving my face away. “Have a good day, baby.” I said.    “Me the baby?” She teased “Don't get too cocky yet, diaper boy.” She joked as she walked away. I turned and did the same.      I strolled up to the side entrance to the dorms, hoping to sneak to my room and change into something more normal. I walked down the long echoey hallway until I heard someone leave a room I had already gone past. I looked and saw the Toaster and Tall Delilah, holding hands, she leaned down to kiss him.   “Holly shit! Is that Gene!” The Toaster shouted.    “Oh, hey Toaster, hey Delilah.” I said, folding my arms over my chest to hide the text.    “Everybody's been maaaad worried about you since you went back to your mom's. Did you work everything out?” The Toaster asked.   “Umm yeah I think so. I should be living in the dorms after today.” I said nervously.    “That's so great Gene.” Delilah said softly. She came over and hugged me and I hugged her back. She looked down at my shirt “Virgins for Christ?” She asked.    “My…” I thought for a second, the truth may be useful here. “My mom made me wear it.”    “Dang dude, your mom picks out your clothes for you?” The Toaster asked, with pity in his voice.   “Not always, just recently. She got stricter after I ran away.”    “I'm so sorry Gene.” Tall Delilah looked sad.    There were a few moments of silence before The Toaster spoke up again “So where were you headed?”    “I was just going to my room to get some regular clothes on. I left everything here so.”    “Tight.” He said holding out his fist for a fist bump.   I bumped his fist and said “I'll see ya later!” Then I scampered on down the hallway   I got to my room, put in the key and went inside. I pulled down my shorts and kicked them off then I quickly took off my shirt. I untaped my diaper and dropped it to the floor. “Oh thank God, that nightmare is over. I reached in the lower drawer and grabbed a pair of my training pants. They had pictures of baseball stuff on them. I slid them on and laid down on my bed sighing a breath of relief.    I didn't have much time to rest before I saw the door whip open “Genie!” Little Jennifer shouted as she ran over to hug me.    “What is up, man!?” Donny asked.    “Oh hey guys!” I said, forgetting what I was wearing and hugging little Jennifer.    Little Jennifer looked down suddenly processing the lack of a shirt she felt. She looked at my training pants and panicked making small monkey noises “Out! Out!” She shouted as she quickly tried to push Donny out.    “What!? What? What's wrong?” Donny asked as he left.   Little Jennifer closed the door with herself still inside. “I am so sorry Genie, I shouldn't have barged in like that. Donny seemed confused so I don't know if he saw anything.”    “Thanks for looking out for me Jennifer!” I said. I'll put some clothes on and then he can come in.” I got up and put on some loose fitting basketball shorts and a giant black Metallica T-shirt.    Once the clothes were on Jennifer opened the door “Alright you can come in now.” She said to Donny.    Donny walked in and immediately asked. “What the hell was that about?”    “Oh, I, Umm.” I couldn't think of anything.    “Ugh, Gene was naked.” Little Jennifer lied for me. “I just wanted him to get some clothes on.”   “So you stayed in there with him?” Donny asked, preposterously.    “Well I had already hugged him, it was too late for me.”    Donny thought for a second and looked suspicious “Right, cool.” He said “I coulda sworn I saw underwear tho.” He laughed “It looked mad childish too!” He clapped his hands and laughed “Like pictures of baseball's and shit!”    Jennifer and I looked at eachother “That's all you saw?” Jennifer asked. “Nothing else wei-” She stopped to rephrase “Out of order?”    “Nah baby girl. I'm not into Dick.” He winked at her and kissed the air.    “Alright, good.” She said as she turned back and sat on the bed with me. “So how did it go?”    “Good, I think. But not as good as it could have gone. I found my Social insurance number.”    “That's great! But not your birth certificate?”    “No, I looked everywhere.” I pouted.    “Do ya got enough information to fill out the forms tho?” Donny asked.    “Yeah, I think I should.”    “That’s great.” Little Jennifer looked up and put her hand on my shoulder.    “Aye, we're all playing Smash Ultimate in Keith's dorm if you wanna come! I know you're good at it!” Donny invited me.   “Thanks, yeah! I'll definitely come!”    We got up and walked down the hall to Keith's dorm we walked in and everyone was happy to see us. I sat down on the bed in the back and watched a bit of a round and it ended pretty quickly.    UBS was sitting at the front using a GameCube controller to absolutely slam everybody. He won with 4 lives left. He called out “Is no one in this building capable of rivaling me? Is no one a creature of true strength?”    Donny slapped my belly “Dude, you gotta fuckin get em. Smoke that guy!” He whispered.    “I don't know, maybe I-.”    “Genie wants to play!” Little Jennifer called out.    “What no!” I said “I- I didn't say that. I'm just- uh I'm pretty good is all and.”    UBS took a controller out of Kieth’s hand and brought it to me “Well if you're pretty good then that means you'll be better than these shit shows.”    “Oh, ok.” I said, unsure.   Kieth got up and I sat down in his spot, an orange bean bag chair. I picked my usual main, Donkey Kong and he selected the donkey Kong country stage too to give me home field advantage.    It was a fierce battle. The other two players were out in three minutes. In a moment of convenience I tried to throw UBS off the stage but his recovery as Kirby was too good. When the real battle started both of us had a full stock of 6 but he had 108% damage. I was quick. Moving from platform to platform up and down ambushing him and getting his damage up. Then I clapped him off the stage. He had one life down, but now I was the one with higher damage. This time I used bait tricks to lure him closer and then eventually clapped him off the stage, just out of flight range. I took two more of his lives with all my techniques before finally he used his hammer to send me flying. That's one life and he's only got two left. By this point he was catching on. Not falling for my manipulation and instead letting me come to him. Luckily we had items turned on. We both sprinted for a masterball but despite Kirby's speed I was closer. I summoned a kyogre and he was sprayed off the stage recovering just barely before I clapped him into a send off. With one life left and his immortality still in he grabbed a hammer that appeared at the top and I tried to avoid it, but fell in anyway. I clinged to the edge of the map, but he came and down B'd me to my doom. I still had three lives left so we jumped and avoided and shielded until eventually I got him in a combo and added damage after damage after damage and then BAM one final clap he was gone “THE WINNER IS DONKEY KONG!” The announcer said.    UBS looked honestly shocked and a little out of breath “Holy shit, you beat me. That was honestly difficult, like I couldn't even keep up.”    “Yeah, like I said, I uhh I'm pretty good.”    “We got the new Grand slampeon!” The Toaste r called out. and everybody laughed.    I felt big in that moment. Strong, like I could have lived in it forever. The first big win of my new adult life. Round 2 of it anyway.    Chapter 20:    I sat in that bean bag chair for two hours, schooling everyone in smash. I did so good it felt incredible. UBS reearned his title at one point, but I won again on round three by adjusting my strategy. Eventually my legs fell asleep and I realized I had to stand up.   “Where are you going, I'm just getting good?” Little Jennifer asked.    “Sorry, my uh, legs fell asleep I gotta move around. Does anyone else want my controller?”    Kieth took it and said “Yeah I'll go for a little bit.”   I walked out into the hall and did a weird little dance to shake my legs out and then I saw Tim and Sasha walking up the hall.    “Oh hey!” I called out.    We all hustled towards each other.    “So Tim told me you haven't filled out the papers yet.” Sasha said.    “Right I was going to, but I got invited to a thing.” I pointed at the dorm.   “Ok, well. Tim's here so let's go, ok?” She took my hand and all three of us started walking down to the main entrance.    There was a small office labeled student administration that we walked into. Tim pulled out the old forms and said “These are the same ones.”    I looked down at it and they were a little complicated. I knew my name and I went into my notes app to get my SIN number. Gender was obvious. I'm a boy so I circled male. The lower sections had questions about allergies and special accommodations. I didn't think I would need any so I wrote “All Good”   I flipped the page and saw a student code of conduct to sign. It spoke about not doing drugs on campus (Something I've already seen and done) having quiet hours after 10pm (Clearly not strictly enforced) and no hot plates allowed in the rooms (No worry to me because I can't cook) I signed at the bottom and then handed it back to Tim.    Tim looked down at it and raised his eyebrow as if something was weird. “eh, I don't care.” He mumbled as he filed it away. “Someone will be down to your dorm in a few days to set things up. Welcome to the building.” He strolled out with his hands in his pockets.    “I wonder what they'll be setting up?”    “Maybe they're giving you cable.” Sasha suggested.    I got up and started to walk back to Kieth's dorm but Sasha grabbed my shoulder “Wrong way, kiddo. You've got class in 15 minutes.”    “Shit!” I scampered off to my dorm and grabbed my backpack then hustled to the classroom only about 6 minutes late. I sat next to Donny and whispered “Dude why didn't you tell me class was starting soon?”    “You were on a roll and you were super smooth teaching Jennifer and shit. I figured ya miss one class to feel cool like that, it's worth it.”    “Geez, thanks man, I guess I didn't think of it like that.”    The professor talked for a while, explaining some stuff about stabilizing structures and keeping them loose to shift in earthquakes. It was boring but I kept notes and the professor gave us a reading section to do in our textbooks. He excused us      I left the classroom and Donny followed me out “So an hour till our next class, you got any plans?”    “Nope, I was just gonna chill in the leather chairs and think about stuff.”    Donny laughed and patted me on the back. “Ain’t no sense thinkin about stuff.” He said, “aye uhh, The Toaster’s making edibles in the culinary lab if you wanna come. I know you're new to weed but it'd be an easy way to get more into it and think less.” he smiled.    “Uh, yeah, that sounds fun.” I said.   Donny and I walked over to the culinary lab. We opened the door and saw a few of our friends; Sasha, Tall Delilah, Tim and of course the Toaster.   “Hey Genie.” Sasha said as she ran over and hugged me. I hugged her back as her head pushed into my chest.    “Hey guys!” The Toaster said excitedly, “Are you gonna try my Extra New York style cheesecake?”    “Hell yeah.” I said “I love cheesecake.”    “Tight.” The Toaster said as he pulled cheesecake out of the oven. “Yo DD can you fist bump him for me. I got no hands.”    Tall Delilah walked over to me and held out her fist. I fist bumped her.    The Toaster started cutting us all pieces, everyone got fairly regular sized pieces then he stopped at me “Genie do you want a small piece to start with. I know you're new to weed.”    “Umm actually I just want a regular slice please.” I said.    “Wow, I can respect that.”    Sasha looked over at me and stopped eating “Genie, are you sure that's a good idea? You've got another class in like 45 minutes.”    “Yeah, but it's a boring class. This'll spice it up!”    The Toaster handed me my piece and I took a bite. It was good at first and then it had a very noticeable weed flavour I didn't enjoy. Everybody else seemed to be really into it so I pretended to be too.    I finished mine and didn't feel anything so I just sat there wondering what was wrong. Tim sat his plate down and said “I can't finish this, anyone else want the rest?”    “Sure!” I said, hoping eating more would make me feel something.   I grabbed the plate and Sasha spoke up “Genie these are strong edibles.”    “I'll be fine.” I said as I went on to eat the back half of Tim’s cheesecake.    “You must've liked it, eh Gene?” The Toaster asked.    “Yeah it's good.” I said with my mouth full.    “I’m glad! I'll give you a piece to take home!” He stood up and grabbed my plate from before and plopped down another piece.”    “Wow, thanks so much!” I said.   he handed it to me and said “You'll eat it tomorrow though, right?”    “Oh, Yeah, sure.” I said.    Donny spoke up “Welp me and Genie boy ought to get goin. We'll see ya around.” He stood up and pulled me up and we walked back to class.    I sat down in a seat and as the professor spoke I began to feel something. Like a soft floatiness, My neck pain was gone and suddenly I didn't feel like everyone was watching me. I was hungry though, like really hungry. “I just ate, what the fuck.” I thought to myself. “I have more cheesecake.” I continued. I placed the cheesecake on my desk and took a sneaky bite of it.    Donny looked over at me “fuck.” He mumbled under his breath.    I slouched over so the professor wouldn't see and bite after bite it felt so good. This was exactly what I needed. It was almost as if I was through the looking glass and this cheesecake really was good. I could feel myself drifting, like my mind wasn't in my head. “Ok this is the right amount of edibles.” I thought.    I stared, open mouthed as the professor went on about things I was too high to understand. Then suddenly I heard him say “butt hole.”    I tried my best to hold back a laugh, making little squeaking noises as I struggled.    “I'm sorry, is something funny, Mr Littlewood?” The professor called up.    “You said butt hole!” I said it, before I knew I was saying it. Everybody looked at me, but I didn't care.   “I said bottle, were you paying attention?”    “I was struggling to.” I said with a big smile.    “And what exactly is tripping you up?” The professor asked.   Donny reached over and grabbed my arm to get me to stop talking “I'm sorry Dr Lebewitts, Gene's on some new allergy medicine today. I don't think he's all there.”    The professor looked puzzled “Alright, well, can you take him to his dorm and have him sleep it off. Tell his DOCTOR (Said in air quotes) to get him a lesser prescription next time.”    “Thank you sir.” Donny said as he helped me up and walked me to the door.   The professor called out on our way out “You're a good friend Donald. You won't be marked absent because of this.”    “Thank you sir.” With that we left.      Donny walked me back to the Dorm Building and we went in the front entrance. My arm was over his shoulder because I kept stumbling as I walked. The whole gang was there Sasha, Tall Delilah, Tim, The Toaster and surprisingly Little Jennifer. They all ran over to me.   “Hey, what's wrong?” Sasha asked.   “He ate the final piece.” Donny said.   Everybody mumbled their own preferred swear word at the same time.    I chimed in “Ya know, I was feeling really good at the start of this now I kinda wish it would stop.”    “Yeah, yeah buddy.” The Toaster said “Well we're gonna lay you down, ok?”    “Yeah, I'm not super good at standing right now.” Donny walked me over to the couch and I immediately fell over “Yeah, that's what I neede-” I immediately projectile vomited. It went all over one side of the coffee table, ruining two magazines. “ugh, I'm sorry.”    Little Jennifer came over and rubbed my back, “it's ok, it ok. Get it all out.” She turned her head “Can Someone get him a trash can incase he does it again?”    Sasha went across the room and grabbed a small plastic trash can “Here.” She held it in front of me.    Tim spoke up “I'm gonna go tell the janitor.” and then he walked off.    I layed there for a while breathing heavily. “I need some water.” I said and I tried to get up    “ok, come on.” Little Jennifer said, throwing my arm around her shoulder to support me as best she could “Use me for balance, ok?”    “Ok.” We walked over to the drinking fountain and I stuck my head in. I drank and I drank and I drank “Oh god, I needed that.” I sighed “Bedroom please.”    Sasha got on the other side to help support me and we walked to my room.    “Shit I feel bad, I shouldn't have given him that extra piece.” The Toaster said, back at the lobby.    “That's not on you.” Donny said. “Gene's a grown man, he made a shitty decision.”    “Still, he's new to this. He seems immature. On some level I guess I knew he would.”    “We all did.” Delilah said. “but there's nothing wrong with having faith in your friends.”    “Faith that your best friend’s not an idiot.” Donny joked.    “Yeah.” Delilah smiled gently.    “I wanna go outside.” The Toaster said.   “Why?” asked Delilah.   “I wanna see if I can eavesdrop on his dorm through the window. I wanna make sure he's alright.”    “Alright.” Donny and Delilah said together.    The three of them walked outside and around the building to where my dorm window would be.      Inside the dorm the girls were just laying me down on the bed    “Sasha.” I whined “Can you open a window? I need fresh air”    “Ok.” She smiled. She walked over and cranked open the window.   “Can we lay in bed and cuddle?” I begged.    “Ok.” Sasha said as she crawled in and big spooned me.   Little Jennifer lifted my legs and sat on the bed underneath them. She began massaging my calves as Sasha rubbed my Tummy. It was honestly paradise.    We laid for a few minutes like that until I began to feel a strange yet familiar feeling in my loins. “Am I peeing?” I asked.   “What?” Jennifer asked.   “I can't tell if I'm peeing. It feels like it.”    Sasha reached her hand down my pants and squeezed the front of my trainers. “Yup, you're wet.”    “How many wettings can it usually hold?” Jennifer asked.    “They're fabric, so just one.” Sasha said. “Can you help me change him?” She asked.    “Oh, umm, what?” Jennifer got nervous “You don't think he can do it himself?”    “I don't think so. He's barely standing.”    “Ok, I guess.” Jennifer said, still uneasy.    They both stood up and rolled me on my back. Sasha lifted my butt “Can you tug his shorts down?” She asked.    Jennifer was hesitant but she made her way over and began tugging. “Oh yeah he's really wet.” She poked my bulge and it made a squish sound then she shook the bit of pee off her finger. “Ugh.” She said, then she finished pulling off my shorts “How do we get him out of his umm, padding?” She asked.   “Just gotta tug them off too.” Sasha set me down then lifted my legs so the knees went up. She tugged my training pants down and off then my knees fell open.   Jennifer took a sneak peak at my private area and through my half open eyes I saw her look, interested.    Sasha grabbed some wet wipes from her purse and began to wipe me down nice and clean. Then she grabbed another pair of trainers from my dresser. She put them on each of my ankles. “Alright I'm gonna lift his bumm again, you slide his training pants up.”    “Oh, uh, ok.” Jennifer got close, Shaking along as I was lifted just slightly, then she pulled up my trainers. She wasn't quite tall enough so she lost her leverage on the bed and fell into my crotch, immediately flailing. It was like I had been, punched, shouldered and elbowed in the balls in a matter of seconds. “Oh my god I'm so sorry Gene!”    I sat up and began to rock back and forth. “Uh, i t's ok.” I squeaked out.    As things calmed down and the pain settled we all got back in our cuddle position and I fell asleep.    That was when a knock came in the door. “Hey, it's Donny, What the hell is going on there?”      Chapter 21:   The realization sobered me instantly. Sasha and I both sat up and the three of us looked at eachother panicked.    “Did they hear that? Are the walls that thin?” I asked Jennifer.    “No, at least I don't think so.” Jennifer said, putting her fingers in her mouth from nervousness.    I got up and put my shorts back on as Sasha opened the door.   “Hey, what's up Donny, what's going on with what?” She asked, trying to stay calm.    Donny looked in at everyone, the Toaster and Tall Delilah stood there behind him.   The Toaster spoke first, “We heard what was happening because we were eavesdropping through the window. We're really sorry we just wanted to know Gene was alright.” He sounded just as panicked as we did.    The three of us looked at each other and I spoke up with a plan for more lies “Then you heard I peed my pants from the weed and they helped me change because I was too stoned. They're good friends and very nice to do so.”    Donny and the others looked at each other having a conversation with their eyes.    Donny looked back and said “I suppose that makes sense.” He made a face of disappointment and began to walk away.    Delilah blurted out “But how are you still in the same shorts?” She immediately looked apologetic.    Donny spoke to Delilah “Hey ease up, he'll tell us when he's ready.”    I felt terrible, Donny clearly knew my secret, but was giving me the chance to tell him myself. He's always been such a good friend to me. Hiding this puts such a strain on our friendship. “Maybe I could tell him just a part of it.” I thought.   “Donny wait.” I called out.    “What?” he asked.    “I'm incontinent.” I said, now a little more comfortable with that label. “I wear absorbent underwear for when I have leaks. Sasha and Jennifer know. Sasha knows because of her arrangement with my mom and Jennifer found out on her own.”    Donny came up and hugged me “I know dude.”    “What?”    “I've always known, since the first week I met you. That first week I met you I heard your mom over the phone ask how your training pants were doing. There were other clues along the way, but I've just been waiting for you to tell me.”    I hugged Donny back tightly and said, “Thank you for being so awesome.”    “So what arrangement does Sasha have with your mom?” the Toaster asked.    Donny explained “His mom doesn't trust him with his own money so she gets Sasha to handle it for him but now he's got his own debit card so that system’s old.”    “Oh wow, that must've been hard to put up with “The Toaster empathized. “But at least it allowed you two to meet.”    “Yeah.” I said with a smile as I walked over to Sasha and put my arm around her waist.    Sasha smiled up at me and then turned to the others “So now that you know can we trust you to keep it a secret.”    “oh yeah.”   “For sure.”   “No doubt.”    They all spoke with certainty. Our secret was safe with them.    There was peaceful silence for a while then Sasha spoke. “It's getting late. I should be getting home.”    “Aww but I wanted to cuddle more.” I whined jokingly.    “You can cuddle with Donny.” She quipped.    “Hell no.” Donny said, pursing his lips.   “You can cuddle with me, Gene.” Little Jennifer said, still sitting on the bed.    I looked at Sasha and she said “I'll allow it, but no fuckin. That's my boyfriend.”    Everybody laughed and Sasha left. I kissed her goodbye passionately and sat down on the bed with Jennifer putting my arm around her. Donny sat down on the desk chair then Delilah and Toaster sat down on the bed across.    “So anybody got plans for tonight?” Donny asked.    “Just cuddling I think.” I said and that's what we did. The four of us spent the night cuddling on seperate beds and chatting. After a few minutes Donny got bored and left and after a few hours we drifted off.      I awoke in the morning with Jennifer in my arms and was immediately distracted by the cold squishiness of my training pants. “Shit, I'm soaked.” I thought to myself. I felt around my crotch and felt two big wet patches. “And I leaked, fuck.”    I tried to wiggle my way out from the cuddle feeling Jennifer’s breasts against my forearm.    “Where are you going?” Jennifer asked.   No sense keeping secrets now. “I wet the bed.” I admitted. “I have to go change.”    “I'm wet too. I'll come with you.” She whispered.   We climbed out of bed and began to leave, then The Toaster called out from the little spoon position under Delila “Where are you guys going?” he asked.    “Oh, I wet the bed. I have to go change.” I admitted.    “Oh ok.” He said, relaxing back into his cuddle.    I grabbed a clean pair of training pants from my bottom drawer and Jennifer grabbed a fresh pull on diaper and wet wipes from her book bag and we walked to the dorm bathrooms at the end of the hall.    There were showers there so I stepped into a stall and stripped naked before rinsing myself off. I had forgotten a towel so I stepped out, still nude to get some paper towel to dry myself off. Tim walked in, looked at me for a second then calmly strolled up to a urinal. I scampered back to the stall and put on my new training pants then I realized “Shit I forgot to bring new shorts and these ones have piss on them.” I thought.    I thought quickly then called out to Tim “Hey Tim, I forgot to bring pants, do you think you could go to the dorm and get me some?”    “Umm, sure. Is it unlocked?”    “Should be, Delilah and The Toaster are in there.”    “Then you should text them.”    I grabbed my phone from my shorts pocket and saw it was greyed out with a message that read “Why didn't you come home last night?”    I shouted back out to Tim “My phone’s not working can you please help me?”    “Yeah, whatever.” He said before I heard him leave.    While I waited I had a lot of time to sit and think. “Shit my mom greyed out my phone. I'm gonna have to buy a new one without ChildWatch on it. That's gonna be expensive but at least I've got all my student loan money. I wonder if I could do a hard reset to start the phone off from factory settings. I'll look up how to do that at the library today.”      Meanwhile Jennifer was in the girls bathroom. She entered a stall uncaringly and took off her pants. She examined and poked at the wet padding of her diaper. “This is the biggest accident I've had in a while. I got way too comfortable with Gene.” She thought to herself.   She ripped the sides of her diaper letting it flop to the floor then she wiped herself down. She took a moment to pleasure herself to the thought of being so close to Gene for so long, before she unfolded her new diaper and climbed into it. Sealing herself back into her own shame.    She slid her pants back on then walked out to the boys bathroom and knocked to see if everything was alright.    “Gene, how are things going in there?” She called out.    “Fine! I forgot to bring pants though so Tim's going to get me some!” I projected.    “Ok! I'll wait out here!”    Eventually Tim came back and threw me my pants over the stall door. I pulled them on, and put my old shirt back on too. Then I left the stall.    “Thanks for your help dude.” I said.    “Sure.” He said and we walked out together.    “How'd everything go?” Little Jennifer asked.   “It was all ok.”    “That's great.”    “My mom greyed out my phone though.” I showed her my screen.    “Your mom has ChildWatch on your phone? That sucks. My dad had ChildWatch on my phone until I was 16. He agreed to take it off when I got a part time job and started paying my own phone bill.    “I wish my mom had offered me that deal.”    I opened the door to my dorm and saw something terrifying sitting on my bed. “You'll have plenty of time to make deals when you're back at home and not in college anymore.” My mom said sharply, “You're going to the four more years program at your highschool.”    “Mom! What?! How did you find me?!” I whimpered.    “ChildWatch has location tracking, I always know where my little boy is.” She stood up and grabbed my hand “Now come on. You're too little for the independence of university.”   “But I love it here.” I whined. “I have friends and a girlfriend.”    “A girlfriend?!” She exclaimed. “I told you you're not ready for dating!”    “Yes I am! You're wrong about me! I am mature!”    “Gene, you cut the crap right now or when we get home you are being spanked!” She scowled.    “That's not fair. I deserve the right to defend myself.” I almost started crying.    “And he doesn't need to come back with you either!” Jennifer stepped in.    “Of course he does. I'm his mother.” My mom said condescendingly “and what are you, his little girlfriend?”    “No! I'm just a friend. But Gene is a kind, caring, smart, responsible man and you can't talk to him that way!”    “He's my son and I'll speak to him however I want. Now come on!” She tugged my hand and for once I didn't bend to her will. “Eugene Beverly Tobias Littlewood, what in God's name do you think you're doing?” She scolded.    “I'm not going with you.” I said, shakily, “I'm a grown up and this is my life and you can't control me because I'm stronger than you.”     “Oh yeah, that's how you wanna play it? Big boy’s so big he doesn't need to listen to mommy anymore. There are people much stronger than both of us my dear.” and with that she stormed off.”    “Holy shit.” Jennifer said, “Your mom is way worse than my dad.”    “Yeah. She's awful.” I sat on the bed and sighed.      Chapter 22:    Jennifer sat next to me on the bed and put her hand on my back to comfort me.    “It's all gonna be alright.” She said, “Your mother can't do anything to you. Just like you said you're a grown man.”     “Sometimes it's hard to believe that.”    We heard a knock at the door.    “Come in!” Jennifer projected.    “What if it's her again!?” I panicked.    Delilah and the Toaster walked in and I was relieved.    “Hey, we saw that mean lady leave through the front entrance. Are you guys ok?” The Toaster asked.   “Yeah it was just my mom. She wanted me to come back.” I bowed my head.    “But you're not, right?” Delilah asked. “She seemed really mean.”    “No he's not. Gene actually stood up to her. It was really impressive.” Jennifer said.    “That's awesome dude.” The Toaster said as he held out his hand for a fist bump.   I looked up and smiled before fist bumping him. Then we heard another knock at the door and we all looked back. It was a maintenance man in blue suspenders with a bunch of tools and a box.    “I'm here to set up the disability accommodations.” He said, drearily.    “What accommodations? I don't need any accommodations.” I said.    The maintenance man pulled out a form and showed it to me. “The form I got today said you need all accommodations and I was instructed to set them up.”    “But I don't need them. it must've been a clerical error.”    “Look kid, there's a lot of bureaucracy in this place and I've been paid to do a job. If you don't want the accommodations you can fill out an adjustment form, but I gotta set these up. I'm already on probation here if I fuck up one more job I'll be fired.”    “Ok, man do what you gotta do I guess.” I said then Jennifer and I stood up and we left the man to do his job.    We walked down to the dining hall and I grabbed a blueberry muffin and chocolate milk. Everybody else grabbed healthier stuff, but I was emotional eating.   “I wonder what that guy’s gonna set up in your room?” The Toaster mentioned.    “I don't know. I guess he said all of the accommodations. It's probably a lot.” I said.    “Well I have exrta low storage in my room because I'm short. You'll probably get that.” Jennifer said.    “and I have a little cold storage for my Insulin.” Tall Delilah said. “You could use it for soda!”   “Maybe this stuff won't be so bad.” I said.   We sat and chatted for a while then made our way over to the leather couch. We talked and had fun and wrestled a little bit before Sasha showed up.    “Hi guys!” Sasha said.    I got up off the couch and ran to her giving her a big hug. “Good morning babe.” I grabbed her ass and kissed her on the cheek. “You look gorgeous today! I love that dress!”    She did look absolutely stunning in an orange and yellow sundress half way down her thighs.   “Thank you Genie!” She said with a great big smile. “What were you guys doing?”    “We're just chilling out here.” The Toaster said, “Waiting for the weird maintenance man to be done in Gene's room.”    “Oh did he say what he'd be doing?”    “Just some accommodations. He said all of them.”    “I wonder if you'll get the bars on your bed like that weird kid Randy who was always rolling out of bed.” Sasha pitched.    “Nooo.” I whined “I don't want bars on my bed. That's so childish.”    Jennifer spoke up next “If we're thinking about childish things I've heard some people here have plastic sheets on their bed for bedwetting issues.”   “Ew gross.” The Toaster mocked “No offense Gene.” He caught himself.    “I'm a little offended.” I said and then I noticed Jennifer hiding her face, embarrassed. “Bedwetting is a thing that can happen to anyone. I've heard tonnes of stories of people getting drunk and wetting their bed.”    “I know. I'm sorry.” The Toaster said.    Jennifer smiled up at me.    Some time passed and we went to go watch a movie in The Toaster’s dorm. When the movie was over Sasha, Jennifer and I left because Delilah and Toaster were really starting to makeout hard.    “Jesus. Did you see that in there?” Sasha asked.   “I know. it was like they were gonna hook up right in front of us.”    We walked by my room and I saw the door was shut and I didn't hear any noise coming from it so I turned the handle and walked in.    The room now had adhesive ducks stuck to the floor, the kind used for better traction. I saw that the bed did in fact have bars on it. a small box sat on the dresser plugged into the wall. The dresser itself had a second one next to it. My Desk chair was gone and my desk was a bit taller, looking like it could fit a wheelchair underneath it. A small composting toilet sat in the corner of the room. I lowered the bars on my bed and sat down. I heard the crinkle of the plastic sheets and cringed. a box sat on the bedside table with a speaker and red button on it that said “Press for assistance.” a sticky note sat next to it written on it said “April 21st 10am appointment with disability counselor”    “Oh wow. He wasn't kidding. This is a lot of stuff.” I said, trying to be chill about it.   “You've got your own toilet, that's cool.” Sasha smiled.    “Yeah, that'll help me stay dry at least.” I smiled softly.    “And look, you've got Delilah’s cold storage!” Jennifer said.    I got up and walked over. “Yeah that could hold like four cans.” I noticed it was time for class “Shit I gotta go, class time.”    “Alright. Have fun.” Sasha said before hugging me.    “And try not to think too much about all this.” Jennifer said as I walked away.    I strolled peacefully across campus and into the computer lab where class was scheduled to be held. I noticed Donny wasn't there and that was strange, but I carried on and did my assignment anyway.    It was a fairly boring programming class. We learned how to make a sales website with a streamlined process for delivering purchase data to seperate networks for production. This was mostly useless to me, but for some reason Programming was a required class for an engineering degree.    When the class was over I stepped out of the computer lab and began to walk back to the dorms when a man in a brown cardigan stopped me “Hi, are you Eugene Littlewood?” He asked, flipping his long brown ponytail behind his shoulder.    “Yes I am.” I replied.    “Fantastic. I'm Dr Wayne Berrier.” He held out his hand for a handshake and I shook it back “I'm a psychologist. I was hoping you'd come downstairs to a private room and have a chat with me.”   “Oh, ok. What is this about?” I asked.    “It would be best to talk about this in private. Some elements of the situation may be unpleasant for others to hear about.”    “Oh no. Should- should I be worried?”    “No no. I'm just focusing on helping you live the best life you can.” He turned around and started walking and I followed.    We made it to a private study room at the library level and we walked in. He closed the door behind me and said “Take a seat.”    I chose a swivel chair because they were the most comfortable and he chose a tall solid chair at the head of the table.    “So, Mr Littlewood. How do you feel you're handling college life?”    “Very well! I love it here!”    “That's great.” He wrote something on a clipboard. “Your studies are going well?”    “Well, they've been dipping lately. My life got a little more complicated but once everything is settled I'm sure it'll go back to normal.”    “Let's hope.” He tapped his pen twice. “Tell me, what is complicated about your life?”    “Oh it's a little personal. Family stuff, ya know?”    “Yes I can understand that.”    “For breakfast today you ate a blueberry muffin and chocolate milk. Is that typical for your eating habits?”    “How do you know that?”    “Please, answer the question.”    “No. I had a difficult morning and was seeking comfort in junk food.”    “Is this a common coping mechanism for you?”   “Not super common, no. I usually eat home cooked meals.”    “Right, that makes sense.”    “Your dorm registration sheet says you require a great deal of accommodations.”   “That was a clerical error. It'll be resolved soon.”    “And have you taken action on that?”    “No, it just came up this morning.”    “And yet you let them set it up anyway?”    “I didn't really have a choice.” I started to panic like I was being interrogated more than helped. “The guy had a job to do, he practically booted me out.”    “The man was violent with you?”    “No, I said practically. He just wanted to do his job so we left him to it.”   “Who is we?”    “Me and my friends.”   “Can I have their names?”   “I don't know if I feel comfortable with that.”   “Are you hiding something?”    “No! What would I even be hiding?” I got defensive.    “You can relax. There’s nothing to worry about. This is for your safety.” .   “The maintenance man was not violent with me.”   He raised one eyebrow “Good.” There was a silence that was eating me alive and then he spoke “I've heard you wear diapers at night for bedwetting, is that true?”    “WHAT!? How is that any of your business?”    “I suppose it doesn't need to be. But that answer gives it away.”    “Who are you?! What is this for?”    “You seem agitated. Would you like to talk about something less invasive?”    “Yes! Please!” I snapped.    “What would you like to talk about?”    “I don't know. I don't know you. What kind of question even is that?”    “I think in the field of psychology all questions are relevant. The way someone answers can tell you a lot about them.”    “So what, you're examining me?”    “I didn't say that.”    “Then what is this for?”    “I've heard you like Pokémon.”    “I.” I calmed down. “Yeah I do.”    “That's good.” He smiled. “Do you like the video games or the TV show better?”    “I mostly like the video games. I stopped watching the TV show a few years ago. I don't know why. I just lost interest.”    “Mhm, that's understandable. It's intended for a much younger audience.”    “Actually the creator gave an interview that said they created Pokémon with no specific age group in mind. It's meant to be enjoyed by all ages.”   “Ah, that's good. It explains why you still like the games.”    “Lots of adults play video games.”    “That's true.” He wrote on his clipboard for a while then asked “What other hobbies do you enjoy?”    “I guess I like watching YouTube and I'm really good at chess!”   “Chess is interesting. Tell me about chess.”    “I used to play it with my grandma all the time. She didn't like me staring at screens all day so she taught me how to play. She always beat me at first but the first time I won I felt so smart.”   “What a beautiful memory. Is your grandmother still alive?”   “Yeah. She's not in my life anymore but she'll always be in my heart.”    He tapped his pen and smiled. “What a remarkably thoughtful thing to say. He stood up and held out his hand for a handshake. I shook it again. Gene, I'd like to come back in a short while to have another chat like this. Would you be ok with that?”    “I guess so, but can we not talk about my bedwetting?”    “Ok.” He opened the door and ushered me out. Then closed himself back in the room.    Chapter 23:   I stepped out into the library then looked over at the computers. “Well I suppose now's as good a time as any to reset my phone.” I thought. I sat down at a computer and logged in with my student ID then I looked up what I needed to do.   It was more complicated than I expected. I needed a paperclip and the librarian was nice enough to give me one. I fiddled with it for a while then eventually. I saw it turn off and then load back up. I had a fresh new phone with no ChildWatch on it.    I used the library computer to create myself a new Gmail account to use for my phone so my mom wouldn't have access to anything. Then I logged into all my old accounts, changing the passwords one by one. “Full independence.” I mumbled at the computer.    I went on my Instagram and tried to remember everyone I had met’s names, I followed a whole bunch of them and in minutes I saw a lot of them following me back.   I logged out and got up to walk out of the library when I saw Sasha and Jennifer coming in at the same time.    “Genie!” Sasha exclaimed as she hugged me. “We've been looking for you.”    “Oh, what for?” I asked.    Jennifer raised a heavy looking bag “We've got a fun, yet challenging assignment to do and we wanted your help with it. I'm small and can't eat much and Sasha gets the sugar sickness.”    “You guys need to eat stuff for class work?” I asked.    “Yeah.” Sasha said. “Basically the assignment is to take a topic that most people would view as unimportant or uninteresting and make it seem important or interesting, then put it into a binder.”    “Oh cool. So what are you doing it on?”    Jennifer looked up and smiled “Which Chocolate bars taste the best vs which are the most morally produced and using those two metrics in unison which is the best bar to buy.”    “aah. So you bought a bunch of chocolate bars so you can try every bar and then research their production on the internet.” I caught on.    “Exactly.” Sasha smiled.    “Man, Philosophy classes seem so fun.” I said, jealously.    “You'll have to take some eventually for engineering.” Jennifer pointed out.   “Yeah, that'll be fun.”    “Let's grab a table and start working, ok?” Sasha said.    We walked over to a table and all sat down. Me and Sasha sat next to each other and Jennifer sat across. Jennifer opened up her laptop then typed something and grabbed a bar from the bag.    “Alright, an o'henry bar.” Jennifer said as she opened it up and took a bite. She handed it to Sasha and she took a bite off the other end, then Sasha handed it to me.    I took a bite off Sasha's end because she's the one I've already kissed. We chewed for a while really getting a sense of the flavour, then when Jennifer swallowed the two of us followed suit.    “So let's start by rating them on a scale from one to ten. Sasha you write down our ratings then we'll add up our individual ratings to equal an official rating out of 30.”    “Great idea.” Sasha said. “6/10 too sweet, weird texture, too much going on.”    Jennifer spoke next “agreed, 5/10 too much going on. Nuts, caramel and nougat? pick one and stick with it.”   They both looked at me and I said “I don't know, I liked it. 7/10 I've had better, but it’s still good.”    “You can finish the bar, if you want, Gene.” Jennifer said.    “Ok, thanks.” I smiled and gobbled it right up.    We went on like that for a while. The girls would take their bites, we'd give our ratings and I would finish the bar. At a certain point Jennifer began giving facts about the harvesting of certain companies cocoa beans. Sasha wrote stuff down and I just sat and enjoyed until I couldn't anymore.    Suddenly I noticed my heart getting faster and I was bouncing my leg up and down. I began singing the Mario underground level song by repeating “bump bump bump bum bump bump.”    “Are you ok, Genie?” Sasha asked, putting her hand on my knee to stop the bouncing. “Are you having trouble focusing?”    “I don't know I'm feeling fuckin’ crazy. Like it's good but bad at the same time.”    Jennifer giggled and covered her mouth “He's having a sugar rush.”    I didn't listen and started drumming on the table with my index fingers.   “Hey, Genie.” Sasha said, putting her hand on my fingers. “You need to be quiet, because we're in a library, ok?”    “Yes, ma'am.” I said and I tried to stay still, but I was gyrating in my seat. There was still more chocolate to eat and as I ate more I started feeling nauseous and strangely the nausea made me more hyper, like I didn't care anymore.    I took out my phone and turned on the camera. I pressed record and faced it so Sasha and Jennifer were behind me. “Just wanted to say a peaceful 'what's up' to my new friends and followers, me and the ladies are doing some extremely chocolate themed homework.” The girls both grimaced at each other and kept working. I talked a little bit more “I just wanted to say it's a beautiful day and I'm surrounded by such kind, beautiful people in this wonderful life for us to have this freedom and have this wonderful time-”    A male librarian approached and cut me off. “Hey, guys there's other kids in here trying to study so if you could keep it down or go to a private study room that'd be great.” He said, just a little bit agitated.    “Sorry sir.” Jennifer said. “It's just him, we're trying to be quiet, he's just a little hyper from the chocolate.”    “Alright, then maybe he should cool it, ok. No more chocolate.” Then he walked away.    “Ok, ok. No more chocolate.” I said and then I sat there, trying to stay still. I was powerless to it. The longer I stayed still the more explosive I felt.   “Genie, do you wanna take a walk outside, maybe try to calm down?”    “Yeah. yup uh huh.” I got up and began to speed walk out of the library and as I got five steps away from the table I felt a little bit of diarrhea spill into my training pants. “Oh God.” I thought as I stopped dead in my tracks.   “Is everything ok, Genie?” Jennifer asked.    “YEp It’s all gOod.” My voice cracked from nerves. Every step I took after that little bits fell out more and more until I could feel my training pants sag. I ran full sprint into the foyer and into the disabled and family bathroom, locking the door behind me.    I pulled down my pants and trainers and a lot of the poop fell out. I released all I had into the toilet, then unzipped my book bag for wet wipes. I kicked off my trainers and saw my shorts also had a little poop on them. and it was also on the floor. “Oh God, how can I clean this up?” I worried.    I used the wet wipes to clean myself off as best I could. Then I put on a fresh pair of training pants. I realized I didn't have a clean pair of shorts to change into. So I wiped my poop up off the floor with toilet paper then texted Sasha.   “Sasha, I had an accident and it's a really bad one. I ruined my shorts and was hoping you could please please please grab me some from my dorm.” I sent.    Sasha replied quickly “I'm almost done with this section, I'm not your babysitter anymore so I'll do it when I have time. For now text me if you find another solution 🫩”   “Shit. I don't know how long that'll take. I don't wanna hog this bathroom or sit in here for ages. It smells terrible.” I thought.    I texted Donny “Hey Donny, I saw you weren't in class today. Where were you and can I also ask you a favour?”    Donny replied in 3 minutes “Oh, hey yeah. Some weird psycho guy was asking about you and by the time he was done class was already over. Dude was a freak.”    “I think the same guy interviewed me later on.” I replied.    “Goatee and ponytail?” Donny asked.    “Yep.” I said.    “Freak. Anyway what did you want?” Donny asked.    “I need you to run to my dorm and get me some shorts. I kinda ruined mine and now that you know my secret.”    “Koshe, I'd love to but I don't have your dorm key.”    “Shit” I sent “Ok, well maybe you can get Tim to give you a spare key, for my dorm if you show him the message.”    “I'll try.” Donny said.    Then I sat on the toilet and waited.      Some time passed and I heard the door knob shake.    “Donny! Is that you?” I called out.    “No, I’m Murial. I'm here with my son. He needs to use the bathroom.”   “I'm sorry I can't leave! I'm waiting on a friend!”    “This is an emergency! My son's not so good at holding it! Why do you need to wait in there?”    “I ruined my shorts! I'm naked in here!”    “Oh you poor thing! We'll try to use the library bathroom!” She said and I heard her wheel a wheel chair away.    “Oh my god that was embarrassing.” I thought as I sat back down on the toilet.    A few minutes later I heard a knock at the door. “Donny?” I called out.   “Yeah, it's me.” He said back.    I opened the door just a crack and he handed me my shorts. I quickly put them on then walked out. “Thank you man, thank you so much.” I said as I hugged him.    “Hey, no problem. Bet you're glad you told me, now, eh?”    We both laughed and I walked back over to Sasha and Jennifer's table. Donny followed along.    “Hey Sasha, the problem’s solved.” I said as I sat back down.    Donny looked confused “Wait if Sasha's right here, why didn't you ask her for help?”    “Yeah Sasha, why didn't I ask you for help?” I asked.    “I told him I'm not his babysitter and he can figure it out himself. I've got class work to do.” Sasha said.    “Damn, that's cold, bitch.” Donny shook his head, disappointedly.    “Yeah. For real. What was the problem?” Jennifer asked.    “I umm, I pooped myself and uuh needed someone to get me new shorts from my- um my dorm.” I explained.    “Oh yeah, that is cold, Sasha.” Jennifer pulled out a small piece of paper, wrote down something and handed it to me. “This is my cell number. If you need help with something like that, you can text me too.”    “Great, thank you so much.” I smiled and put her in my contacts.    Chapter 24:   We sat there for a few more minutes then the girls shooed us off.    “Hey, listen, we've got a lot more work to do.” Sasha said, “So if you wanna go do something else you really should.”    “Oh, ok.” I said, a little disappointed, I got up and Donny followed. As we wandered out of the library a man with a ponytail and goatee approached the girls.    “Hi, I’m Dr Wayne Berrier, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?” He asked.    “Umm, sure about what?” Jennifer asked.    “Your friend Eugene, we're doing sort of an extended wellness check on him.    “I think Gene's doing fine, now that he's away from his abusive mother.” Jennifer said.    “You would categorize her as abusive?”    “Definitely. I've only had short interactions with her, but in the time we did talk it was a nightmare of emotional abuse.”    “That's interesting. Would you like to come with me to a private room and discuss this more in depth?” The psychiatrist asked.    “If it's for Gene's health, then sure.” Jennifer stood up and followed the psychiatrist into a private room. He was much taller than her and intimidating, but she refused to look as scared as she was. “I’m an adult and my opinion is as valid as anyone else's.” She thought.    “Have a seat.” Dr Berrier said as he gestured towards a small uncomfortable looking chair. She sat in it and the doctor sat in a large more comfortable chair at the end of the table. “So tell me what Gene's mother did to him that was abusive.”    “She came into his dorm room without him in there, kicked his friends out, called him immature, threatened to take him out of college and got into a screaming match trying to drag him away.” Jennifer explained.    “Interesting” He said, as he looked over Jennifer's shoulder as if someone else was there watching.    Jennifer looked over her shoulder and saw a box full of the film department's old cameras. One of them was upright and had the green light for recording. She didn't say anything, so as to not tip her hand.    “How do you feel Gene is handling college life? Should he be removed from college?”    “Definitely not. He's an unbelievably smart man. Does great work and he's a great friend. He's having a tough go of it because his mom gets in the way, but for what he's going through he's handling it extremely well.”    There was a quiet in the room for a minute while he wrote stuff down on his clipboard.   “And did Gene just have a fecal accident from eating too many chocolate bars?” The doctor asked, “How was his mother involved in that?”    “Oh she wasn't, that was my fault. I kept giving him our leftovers.”    “And yet he chose to eat them.”    “I guess so.”    “And this is something you would view as mature?”    “Umm, no not that exactly. What is this for, by the way. You said it's a wellness check, now you're talking about maturity.” Jennifer started to get scared and agitated.    “We're just seeing if Gene maybe needs some extra help.”    “What kind of extra help?”    “I'm not at liberty to specify.”    “Then I think we're done here.” She stood up and walked towards the door.    “Ok. You're free to leave whenever, but you should know this may be your only chance to testify on his behalf.”   “Testify? Is this a legal issue?”    “It could be if I find sufficient evidence.”    “Evidence of what?”    “I'm afraid I've said too much. If you'd like to leave, you can. If you'd like to stay-” He gestured to the seat.    Jennifer sat back down. “Gene is mature, and a lot of people poop their pants as adults. Incontinence is a much more common issue, then you might think.”    “Is Gene incontinent?” The doctor asked, as he grabbed some pages from the table behind him and rifled through.   “Yes. He told me himself.”    “His mother told me he was failing at potty training.”    “She would say that. She’s malicious. She likely said that to make him feel bad or to make him seem less mature to you.”    “The early years of his medical charts discuss frequent urinary accidents. These doctors seem to think he'll grow out of it.”    “That's because they don't know he's incontinent yet.”    The doctor took a moment to ponder as he explored the later half of the sheets. “I'm sorry there's no official mention of incontinence in these files. It's more likely that Gene lied to you because he was embarrassed to still be failing at potty training.”    “That's insane! What kind of adult man is still ‘failing at potty training’. Any reasonable person would see that struggle and immediately think of incontinence!”    “I'm sorry, but the doctors say there's no physical reason for him to be having these accidents. It's purely a mental failing.”    Jennifer sat with that for a minute then spoke. “That's impossible.”    “You see what we mean though about him not being ready for university?”    “Still no.” She turned to the camera. “My official opinion is that Gene is mature and intelligent and that doctors not diagnosing him with incontinence is medical neglect.”    “And that's the opinion of a non doctor, who has not seen the scans.”    Jennifer turned and looked disgusted.    “You can leave now, Miss Rubinowitz.”    “I will.” without another word she left.    She walked back over to Sasha “That guys a real freak. If he asks you to go, don't come with him. He's doing some kind of investigation to see if Gene is mature enough to be here.”    “Well if that's true I should go with him and say something right? Or else Gene might get taken away.”    “Good point. But be very careful. He's already got a lot of information. I think he's been talking to other people.”      Just then the Psychiatrist approached the table “Hello Sasha Atraveeda. I understand you usually babysit Gene.”    “Hey, hey, hey, woah.” Sasha said, “That's a secret. Don't go spreading that around.”    “Is it a secret for you or a secret to preserve Gene's dignity?”    “Mostly Gene, but it's weird. So I don't want people to just know willy nilly.”    “Then please come with me and we can discuss this in a private study room.”    Sasha looked at Jennifer and Jennifer looked as if she was puzzling something together.    “So the arrangement you had with his mother was as his babysitter?” Jennifer asked calmly.    “Yeah.” Sasha confessed.    “It's ok, I understand and I don't think of Gene any differently. His mother is insane. We just need to get him away from her.”    Sasha stood up and grabbed her book bag. They walked to the private study room.    “Please have a seat.” Dr Berrier said, as he gestured towards the same uncomfortable chair as before.   “Ok.” Sasha said, as she sat down in the big comfortable chair at the end of the table.    Dr Berrier sat in the small uncomfortable chair this time. “So as his babysitter, you would have had close observation of Gene. What is your opinion of his maturity?”    “I think he's fine. Perfectly adequate as anyone his age is. He's got some delays because of his home life. But he was raised strictly. No freedom to grow.”    “So you feel with more freedom he could become more mature.”    “Yes.”    “You've seen how he handles his school work. To your knowledge is he succeeding in his classes?”    “For what I know he was doing quite well until I came in. Being the same age it was emotional for him to be babysat by me. As well, things have been difficult with his mom as he's been trying to move out. I think the stress she's putting him through is what's causing him to slip.”    “So you again blame the mother, not the child.”    “You haven't seen the mother. She's difficult.”    “I have met his mother. She was the first person I interviewed. She seemed concerned that her son wasn't ready to face the real world.”    “Gene is ready. I feel he was ready a while ago.”    “Then why babysit him? Why not say something to his mother to allow him independence to stay home alone?”    “His mother is strict. I thought I could help best by being present in his life.”    “To help him run away from home.”    “It's not running away. He's an adult. He moved out.”    “An adult with several mental delays that you just moments ago admitted to, and who left without telling his mother, by sneaking out not once but twice.”    “He had to. It's not like she was going to let him leave.”    “She lets him leave every day for university.”    “But she expects him back. If he took a suitcase, she'd be suspicious.”    “She wouldn't need to be suspicious if he had told her he planned to move out.”    “You've got me in a corner.”    “Because you're realizing you're wrong.”    “No, because you've clearly made a decision. You heard the first person you interviewed and made your decision from that. You've taken the word of a pathological liar over everyone else and dedicated yourself to it.”    “But you admit these things did happen?”   “Yes, but they happened as a result of other circumstances. These things became necessary when Gene's mother became too abusive for him to stay with her anymore.”    There was a silence and the psychiatrist looked surprised as he wrote something on his clipboard.    “You know, you're the fourth person I've interviewed who suggested that Gene's mother was abusive, and perhaps you're right, I have been listening too much to Mrs Littlewood. Would you tell me what abuse you've noticed?”    “The most notable thing was that Gene's mom made me sit and watch while she bent him over her knee and spanked him until he cried. She also used an app called ChildWatch to keep constant tabs on everything he was doing on his phone. She also stole his information and opened a bank account in his name that only she had access to.”    “These are serious claims. Would you certify them true under oath?”    “Of course. I wouldn't lie about this. It's too messed up.”    “Do you think Gene is better off under your care?”    “Certainly. I treat him much better than his mother does.”    “It's an avenue we could explore.”    “What is?”    “Well Gene's case for maturity is looking slim. But with so many accusations of abuse it would be unlikely for the courts to want him in his mother’s care.”    “Is that what this is about? Is this a questioning to see if Gene needs a legal guardian?”    “I haven't told any of the other people I've questioned this, but Gene's mother wants to argue that in court. She wants Gene to be put into a conservatorship so she can bring him home and take care of him.”   “Gene doesn't need that.”    “And it seems like you know what he needs. If you care about Gene we could put you as his legal guardian. It's not something you need to do and there's not even a guarantee the courts would go for it.”    “But it's better than leaving him with his mom.”    “Exactly.”    “What about his grandmother?”    “What about his grandmother?” The psychiatrist repeated back.   “You could interview her. Gene said he loved her. She may be a better guardian than I could be.”    “He mentioned his grandmother to me too. I'll look into her.”    “Fantastic.”    “Can I get you to state an official opinion though? Should Eugene Littlewood be in a conservatorship?”    “No, Eugene Littlewood should not be in a conservatorship. He is mature enough to be on his own. He just needs a chance to flourish without people holding him back.”    Very well, Miss Atrevida. I will be talking to you soon.”    “Thank you.” With that she got up and left. Sasha quickly scampered over to the table. “Jennifer! They're gonna put Gene in a conservatorship! we have to tell him!” She whisper screamed.    “That's really bad. Do you think it'll be with his mom?”      “That was their plan, but because so many people said she was abusive they're looking into other options. They may even choose me.”    “Wow, would you say yes?”    “I feel like I'd have to, to keep him out of his mother's wrath.”          Chapter 25:    Donny and I sat on a cement barricade in the college parking lot. We were eating sandwiches from a food truck we noticed while walking by.    “and that's why I was thinking Godzilla-” Donny was interrupted by the distant shouting of Sasha and Jennifer.    “Genie! Gene! They're planning to take you.” They finally got close to us.    “What?” I asked.    “They're planning to take you home.” Sasha said. “Your mother wants to put you into a conservatorship, which means she'll be your legal guardian again.”    “What?! How do you know? What have you heard?”    “A creepy guy with a ponytail interviewed us.” Jennifer said.    “And he was quite honest with me. Your mom wants you back. Whether you want to go back or not.”    “No, no.” I dribbled in my training pants at the thought of it. “What do I do?”    Sasha spoke clearly “He said it's looking like your case for independence is very slim and he wants to recommend either me or your grandmother to be your legal guardian to keep you away from your mom.”    “What, but you live with your parents, where would I stay?”    “That's something we thought about. Jennifer and I were talking about renting a house together. You’d come live with us and that way Jennifer can watch you when I'm not around.”    “I suppose that's better than the alternative. But why would Jennifer need to watch me? Since you're my guardian you could just decide I don't need a babysitter.”    “I just think you'd do better with some supervision. Just after school and in between classes.”    I turned my head away, offended.    “Listen Genie, unless your grandmother's really good, I really am your best option.”      Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked behind me and saw blue, I looked up and saw a brute. A gigantic muscular police officer stared down at me. “Are you Eugene Littlewood?” He asked.    “Umm, yes.” I said, scared.    “You're not in trouble, but you need to come down to City Hall. There's a child psychiatrist there waiting for you. He's going to interview you.”    “Interview me for what?” I asked.    “It's related to the mental health check the same psychiatrist did on you earlier.” He looked over at Sasha. “Are you Sasha Atravida?”    “Yes.”    “Good. He wants you to come to family court as well and be ready for something.”    “And what if I refuse to come?” I asked.    “Then a warrant will be issued for your arrest for avoiding court proceedings.”    “Ok, I'll come.” I bowed my head and accepted.    Jennifer kissed me on the cheek. “Good luck.” She said.    He walked us to his car and loaded us both in the back. He got in and pulled away. I held Sasha's hand as we drove.    Be brave, be strong.” She said.   When we arrived at the court building the cop opened the door to let us out. He pointed Sasha towards the correct entrance and brought me around back. We walked down a long dark hall way with one flickering light then came to a door labeled “Dr Wayne Berrier Child Psychiatrist"    I walked in and the room was bright and colourful, there were no windows, but rainbows painted on the walls. The cop closed the door behind me. There were toys on the floor so I knelt down and started playing to pass the time. Eventually I heard a door creek open.    “Hi Gene.” Dr Berrier smiled down at me.   “You're not gonna send me back to my mom are you?” I asked.   “That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Come in please.”    When I got up I realized I needed to pee but there was clearly no opportunity for a bathroom break so I peed in my training pants, just enough to feel comfortable.    I sat down on a yellow arm chair and he sat in a leather desk chair.   “Gene. Do you know what we're doing here?”    “Sasha said you're trying to make me have a legal guardian again.”    “That's true. It is my official opinion that you should be returned to the care of a functional adult. I have it here in writing.” He placed his hand on a stack of papers.   I started to tear up, it hurt to be told that. “Please don't put me back with my mom. She's gonna hit me again.” I begged.    “Your mother hits you?” He asked.    “Yeah.”    “How do you feel about your grandma or Sasha being your guardian?”    “Sasha's great. I really like Sasha and I love my grandma too.”     “If you had to pick one though, who would it be?”    “Definitely Sasha.”    “Ok. Then that's who we’ll put.” He flipped over some pages and wrote something down. “So Gene do you have anything to say, about your mom or your maturity that may sway this case?”    “I don't know what I can say. It seems you've made up your mind. I wish you wouldn't do this. I've just broken out on my own and I don't wanna go back to being a child. I'm obviously heartbroken, but I feel powerless in this moment.” I spoke calmly.    “Ok. Then let's go upstairs and get things worked out. We both stood up and he took my hand, walking me up some stairs to a room with big wooden doors. We walked in and Sasha was there in the gallery. My mom and her lawyer sat at a wooden table.    I saw my grandma there. “Genie, Genie wait. I'm sorry this is happening to you. You're my big boy and I know this is hard, but I'm sure you can make it through this. I did my best in the interview, but I know it's not looking good.”    “Thank you grandma. I've missed you since you've been gone.”    “I've missed you too Genie.” She reached out to hug me and I hugged her back. After a few seconds Dr Berrier pulled me away.    We walked up to the judge and the doctor handed him the stack of pages. The judge rifled through them and then he coughed.    “Ok everyone. Given the advice of one Dr Wayne Barrier and the interviews of many of Eugene's closest friends and relatives it is the court's decision to place him in the care of another adult.” The judge said calmly.    My mother gave me a dirty smirk.    “However, due to complaints of abuse it is my decision to not return Eugene to his mother's care. Is Sasha Atrevida here today?”    “Yes, your honour.” Sasha stood up and spoke.   “Very well. The forms here say you've already agreed to care for Eugene.”    “Yes that's true.”    “You seem young, tell me, what is your living situation?”    “I currently live with my parents, but once I have Gene I will be moving to a house with a friend Jennifer.”    “Would your parents be ok, to house Eugene for the time being?”    “I don't know, I haven't had a chance to ask them yet.”    The judge sighed. “If there are no prepared accommodations to house Eugene then I cannot in good conscience put you as his guardian. Here's what we'll do. For the time being Eugene will be returned to the care of his mother.”    “No.” I blurted out, devastated.   “And upon getting this house, Miss Atrevida May re-apply for guardianship and I will fast track it. For now Eugene Littlewood will go home with his mother.    “What about my grandmother, she has a house?” I begged.    “Your grandmother is not in the list of potential guardians.” He moved on quickly, “Additionally Miss Atrevida and Eugene will have to return the stolen debit cards back to Mrs Littlewood and Mrs Littlewood’s name will be added to all of Eugene's accounts.” He banged his gavel and with that it was over.    “What if I just physically refuse to go with her?” I asked the judge.    “Where will you go? You have no access to your bank accounts and no right to sign your own name. Eugene you have to understand that this was done for your safety. You're just not able to take care of yourself. Also if you don't at least return the cards you will be physically seized.”    I walked over to my mom with the saddest expression I've ever made. I handed her my debit card and she grabbed my hand. “Come on, let's go home, Genie.” She fake smiled at me with an air of rage. “We've got a lot of work to do. Quitting you from college, getting you set up with your old high school and then getting you ready for your new 6:00 bed time.” She reached down my pants and grabbed my trainers. “Feels like somebody's wet. We'll ge t you home and into a fresh diaper.” She took my hand and we walked out through the exit away from the gallery so I couldn't even say goodbye.    Chapter 26:    We drove back to my mom's house and as my mom pulled into the driveway I found myself more and more scared. My mom looked at me in the back seat. “Alright, little boy, we're back home.” She said in a sing songy voice. She got out of the car and turned off the child locks. She opened the door and unbuckled my seat belt for me. “Come on baby boy.” She teased me as I didn't move.   “Mommy, I don't wanna go back. I have my own life now.” I begged.    “Not anymore you don't. I'm your legal guardian again, so your life is my life.”    I sighed and climbed out of the car then we walked slowly into the house. I looked over at the living room and there was a playpen with a bunch of toys. I looked at the kitchen and saw a box of brand new sippy cups.    “Are those for me?” I asked.    “The play pen and the sippy cups? Absolutely.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “I figured it was about time we got some maturity level appropriate stuff in here for you.”    I pouted but accepted my fate.    “Now what do you say we go get you in a nice fresh diaper? I've decided we're giving up on potty training you. You'll just be going in them from now on.”    “But I hate pooping myself.” I begged.    “Well too bad because that's what you'll be doing.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me into my bedroom.    I stepped in and saw my queen size bed had been replaced by the single from the guest bedroom. It had bars all around, thick plastic ones about three feet above the bed. It looked like a crib. I looked on the bedside table and there sat my old baby monitor which my mom stopped putting there when I was 12 and started puberty.    “Mommy.” I whined, “Does the baby monitor have to come back? What if I want to have my special me time, like we discussed last time it went away.”    “Oh you won't be doing that anymore. You're gonna have a watchful eye over you all day, keeping you Christian. I've been too open minded with you. You're too immature to be doing those things.” She laid down a blue mat and said “Lay down, baby boy, we gotta get you changed.”    I did as I was told and laid down on the mat. She knelt down and took off my shorts and training pants, throwing them to the side. She wiped me down then got a new diaper from my dresser. But this wasn't one of my normal Tena Maxi Slips, it was bulkier with pictures of little cartoon monsters on it.    “Mommy, that looks like a baby diaper.” I winced.    “Very good, and you're being put in it because you're…” She was prompting me to say it.    “A baby.” I mumbled and looked away.   She spared no time taping me into it. She left me in just my t-shirt and diaper then brought me to my feet. She grabbed a pacifier from my bedside table and pushed it into my mouth. “Now you suck on this and stay quiet, mommy has to make some phone calls.” She took me by the hand as I sucked my pacifier then she brought me out to the living room and up to my new playpen. “Get in.” She said. I stepped over the wall and sat my thickly diapered butt on the interlocking foam squares.    “Man, all my toys from the shed are in here.” I thought as I started looking for my favourites and playing with them. “Maybe this won't be so bad.”    I heard my mom dial the phone. “Hi yes this is Edna Littlewood, I'm Eugene Littlewood's mom. I'd like to book him in for your four more years program.” She paused for the other person to talk. “Wow, that's a lot of great options. I think we should have him work with the janitorial staff.” pause “Yes I'm ok with him doing that.” pause “He'll need someone to help him get lunch.” pause “He'll also need someone to monitor his diapers.” Pause “Yes unfortunately he's still in diapers. can't change himself either.” pause “That's great, I appreciate that.” pause “Nap time is good, but I don't think he needs field trips. Besides, he tends to wander off.” pause “Well we don't have an official diagnosis for him. He just has significant mental delays.” pause “No, he's lactose intolerant so he should be put somewhere else on ice cream day.” pause “That's great. I'll come in and sign everything on Monday.” She hung up the phone.    She looked down at me and cooed at me “Did you hear that, you're gonna be nice and cared for at your old highschool.”    I lifted my hand to take the pacifier out so I could talk then suddenly SLAP She knocked my hand away.    “No no no. That pacifier comes out, when a grown up takes it out for you.” She went back and dialed the phone again.    “Hello, this is Edna Littlewood, calling on behalf of one of your students, Eugene Littlewood.” She paused, “Yes, I'd like to deregister him as a student.” Pause “Well his living situation has changed and he will no longer be attending any classes at your university.” pause “I'm afraid he's not available to talk right now, but I'm his legal guardian so I can speak for him.” pause “I understand, you can keep the money for this semester. I just want to make it known that he's not coming back.” pause “Well the system can change that can't they?” pause “I'd like to speak to your manager” pause “I don't believe you're the head of this department, there must be someone above you” pause “fine I'll talk to the Dean.” There was a long pause until suddenly my mom's face lit up “Hi, I'm a concerned mother calling on behalf of her son. I want to deregister him as a student.” Pause “Well that's the thing he's not an adult anymore” pause “he's currently in my care” pause “no you can't talk to him, he's not available” pause “I don't know why you people are making this so difficult just deregister him!” pause. I heard a dial tone “Did that mother fucker just hang up on me?” She exclaimed as she threw the phone to the other side of the couch. “I should have never let you go to big boy college.” She turned on the tv and put on SpongeBob then she went over to the kitchen and poured herself some wine. I saw her take a pot out and start cooking then I turned my head to watch SpongeBob.    I watched two episodes of spongebob before I felt my bladder start to ache. “Oh man, I gotta go. But I'm powerless. I'm stuck in this playpen and I can't talk through my soother.” I thought. I looked over at my mom, still cooking, then I sat back down and peed myself. I felt ashamed, but it was now what I had to do. The woman in charge of me said so. I teared up a little before picking up some toys and trying to take my mind off it.    I sat there for a while then mom came up to my playpen. She held out her hand “Stand up and climb out, it's supper time, then you go straight to bed.” I took her hand and she helped me up, then I walked over to the table. In front of me were all of my least favourite foods; Baked Tilapia with no spices, steamed cauliflower and mashed turnip. She took the pacifier out of my mouth. “Can't eat with that in.”   “Mommy, these are gross.” I complained.    “I know, I wanted to make sure you got your least favourites to set the tone for the rest of your life here.” She patted my shoulder and ushered me down into my chair. I stared down at it for a few minutes as she ate hers, which was the same food only with spices, cheese and dipping sauces. “Eat it all in 10 minutes or you're getting spanked for food waste.”    “Yes Mommy.” I started shoveling it into my mouth and it was abysmal.   When I finished it my mom looked at me and said “Good job. Now let's get you into a clean diaper, brush your teeth and put you to bed.”    “Isn't 6:00 a little early for bed time?” I pleaded.    “It would be for a bigger boy.” She said as she pushed me into my bedroom. She put the blue mat back down then ushered me down onto the mat. She squeezed the front of my diaper and shuffled it around. “It's a shame, this one can hold a lot more than this, but I don't want you to get a rash. What a waste. These should last you almost a full day at school on Monday.” She untaped my diaper and wiped me down. Then she opened up a fresh diaper, put it underneath me and taped it on. She helped me up and helped me out of my shirt. She grabbed my hand again then brought me to the bathroom. She put tooth paste on my tooth brush.    “I can do that myself.” I said.   “I'm not sure you're doing it right. I don't want you getting cavities or dental infections.” She stuck the tooth brush in my mouth and brushed thoroughly and violently. It hurt my gums how hard she brushed and she kept accidentally hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. “Stop whining.” She commanded. She took the tooth brush out of my mouth then grabbed the back of my neck, bending me over “Spit.” she commanded and I did. Then she walked me back to my bedroom with her hand on my neck.    She let go of me then lowered the bars on my makeshift crib. “Come on over, baby.” She said. I came over and she helped me in. She kissed me on the forehead “Good boy.” she said, then she put the bars up. and turned on my baby monitor. She started to leave the room and turned off the light then I called out to her.    “Wait.” I begged, “I need my nightlight.”     “Oh of course, baby.” She went over and flicked it on. “Goodnight.”    Chapter 27:    I woke up peacefully in the morning. My mind was empty and I had forgotten where I was until I opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of the bars of my crib.    “Shit.” I mumbled under my breath as I sat up and grabbed the bars. I felt my diaper, it was soaked and squishy. I laid back and my mind began to wander until I felt a rumble and then a pain in my lower abdomen. “Shit, no no no. I've gotta poop.” I thought, “I'll call for Mom, she'll get me out and take me to the toilet.”    I sat back up and began to wine. “Mooom! Mommyyy! Mommy please, I gotta go! Mommy help I need out!” She didn't seem to be coming, I couldn't hear her footsteps. “Mommy please, I have to poop. Mommyyy.” I started to tear up as my body jerked around to try and hold it in. “Mommy please hurry, I don't have much longer.” I begged through tears.   Then at last I felt the squishy mess fall out of me and into my diaper. “Noooo.” I cried, even though I did feel relief, the feeling of being covered in my own poop was disgusting. I didn't have the pressure anymore, but I could feel more in there. I got up on my knees, then grunted and pushed the rest out. My diaper was full and huge and as I sat back down I felt the poop squish and mold itself against me. I shivered and almost threw up.    “Mommy, I need changed.” I called out, then I heard her footsteps.    She opened my bedroom door and walked in with a big smile. “Did somebody make poopies in their diaper?” she asked.    “Yeah.” I looked away in shame.    “That's a good boy. That's exactly where you put them.” She said as she laid down the blue mat on the floor.    “I don't wanna do this. I wanna keep trying to potty train.” I whined.    “I'm sorry, Genie, but you're just not ready for it. Maybe we'll try again when you're thirty.” She lowered the bars on my crib, then helped me out. She ushered me down on the mat then untaped my diaper and opened me up. “Wow, you made big poopies, didn't you.”    “I'm sorry.” I almost started crying again.    “Don't be sorry, you're a baby, you can't help it.” She lifted my legs as she began to wipe me up. She removed the old diaper from beneath me. Then she pulled out another childish looking diaper. This one had an adorable dog face on the front. She hummed a merry tune as she taped me into it. “There we go, all clean. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?” She said as she helped me up.    “No I guess not.”    “Now come out to the kitchen, I've got flavorless oat meal for you.” She took my hand and we walked out, me in nothing but a diaper.      I sat down at the table and stared down at the oat meal. It looked cold and congealed. I dipped my spoon in and played with it.    “Can you do it yourself, or do I need to feed you?” My mom asked.    “I can do it.” I said as I took a spoon full and put it in my mouth, it was gross and cold, but I ate it anyway, every last bite. After that my stomach was upset so I asked my mom “Can I lay down, stomach hurts?”    “No sweety, we gotta get you ready for the day. We have to run errands.”    “Aww man, can't I just stay home? Or you could drop me off at Sasha's.” I asked.    “Nice try, but I'm not that dumb. Sasha's not babysitting you again. Not after what she did in court. Now come on, let's brush your teeth and get you dressed.”    She grabbed me by the hand and took me to the bathroom. She brushed my teeth for me again and it was still too rough. After that she brought me to the bedroom.    She dug in my closet and pulled out my old boy scouts uniform. A pair of Cacky shorts and a Cacky short sleeve Button up with badges on it. I put them on and they were way too small. I hadn't worn them since I was 12. The shorts went slightly above the knees and were tight enough to show a clear outline of my diaper. The shirt was so short it may as well have been a crop top. The waist of my diaper poked above the shorts and was clearly visible.    “Mom, I can't wear this in public. It's completely inappropriate and it shows my diaper.” I complained.    “Well maybe if you hadn't stolen all your clothes in the night you wouldn't have to wear these.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front door. “It wouldn't be a bad idea to go to some clothing stores and get you some more age appropriate clothes. Plus we'll need to stop by your school for your new uniforms.”    “My high school doesn't have uniforms?”    “Not for regular students, but these are four more years program uniforms so they know you're not just some random man off the street.”    “That’s gonna be embarrassing. Everyone else is gonna see me wearing the same clothes as the really slow kids.” I thought to myself.   Mom pulled me by the wrist out to the front area then she reached in the coat closet, she pulled out a teddy bear. The teddy bear was big and had straps hanging off it, as well as a zipper in the belly. She walked over and without a word began to wrap the straps around me.    “What are you doing? What is this?” I asked.    “It’s a diaper bag slash child leash. You’ll keep your diapers on you so I don’t have to carry them and the leash on the back will keep you from running away again.”   “Mom, I’m a grown man. People are gonna think it’s weird, me being walked on a leash. My diaper’s already exposed, I’m in the clothes. Isn’t this enough.”    “We don’t have to worry about anyone else’s opinions. If anyone says anything I’ll just explain you’re a special needs child and that all of this is necessary, because that’s the simple truth.”   I bowed my head in shame as she finished strapping me in. There were two main straps that went across my chest and my belly, then two lower ones that went between my crotch and legs and connected to the belly strap.   Mom pushed my back and said “March.” and I walked to the door and went outside    I walked out the door and got half way down the stairs before I felt the leash hold me back. I looked back at her and saw her locking the door. When she started to walk again, so did I. She walked me over to the car, but directed me to the back seat this time. She opened the door and I slid in, then she buckled my seatbelt for me. She got in the car and then we were off.      We pulled up to the mall and there were a lot of people. The parking lot was full and many people were walking about. Mom pulled into a spot on the far end of the parking lot then she got out. She unbuckled my seat belt for me and helped me out too. Once she had a hold of my leash she directed me with it. “Come on baby.” She said with a gentle tug.   We walked across the parking lot and I saw a family. The Dad and the Mom looked at me confused, I bowed my head in shame. I looked back a few times only to see the children, much younger than me, maybe eight and ten, not on leashes. “They’re so lucky.” I thought.    We walked up to the mall and opened the door. We walked in and as everybody glanced at us every single one of them did a double take. I felt like a freak show. There was a store full of nerd stuff; board games, trading cards and comic books. I started to walk there, but my mother stood her ground.    “I’m sorry Genie, not today.” She said as she pulled my leash and I was forced to come back with her, “We’ve got a lot of other stuff to do.”    She walked me over to a medical supply store. There were a lot of things, including a dementia and disabled adult care section. I saw clothes there strangely enough.    The first thing my mother approached were some brown corduroy pants. They had an elastic waistband and snaps in the crotch. “Why would they need snaps in the crotch?” I asked.   “To make it easier for caretakers to check you.” She grabbed three pairs of the pants before walking over to the incontinence products, grabbing a five pack of plastic pants. Walking a bit further in we saw more clothes. My mom grabbed two Moomoo's. They had pictures of Mickey Mouse on them.    “Those look like dresses, mom.”   “No, they’re just long sleep shirts, for you to wear around the house.” She said as she grabbed a couple of long rectangular bibs.   “I don’t need bibs. I never spill on my shirt.”   “It’s just to be safe. Don’t wanna ruin your new clothes!” She said in a taunting monotone. She grabbed some kind of strange thing, it looked like thick underwear with locking straps.    “What is that?” I asked, critically.    “Genie, can you be quiet or do you need to have some quiet time on the floor at the back of the store?”   “I’ll be quiet.” I pouted, as I watched her grab precedingly more infantile or feminine products and clothes. One thing I was excited about was a blue vest with different coloured pockets. I could probably keep my gameboy in there for recess.    We went up to the counter and all she picked up was just over $300.    “Oh and I get 20% off with the disability tax credit, because of my son here.” She tugged my leash.    “Ok ma’am.” Said the pimply faced teenager at the till. He said the price, she paid and soon we were on our way.    “Here you carry the bags, Genie.” She said as she handed them to me.   “Ok.”    We walked over to walmart and into the men's clothing section. Mom picked out some T-shirts. Stuff with Star Wars, Sonic the Hedgehog, Mario. I hate to admit it, but I was actually a little bit excited about them. I saw one shirt with spiderman on it.   “Oh! Mommy, Can I get this one?” I begged.   “Sure you can.” She said, with a gentle smile.    “Thank you Mommy.” I smiled, brightly.    Soon we drifted over to the baked goods section. “I want you to pick out a treat you can have, when you behave.” My mom said.    I looked around and saw an old favourite. A big tray of peanut butter fudge. “Can I have this, Mommy?” I asked.    “Yes you can. Good boy.” She rubbed my head and I smiled, forgetting for a moment all she had done as I leaned into her hand.    We walked up to the cash to pay for the stuff. As I stood there waiting I felt myself have to pee.    “Mommy, I gotta go.” I pulled on her sleeve.”    “Well you know where it goes.”   “But I don’t wanna.” I whined, “Everybody’s watching me.”   “Genie, you know the rules, we’re done with potty training.”   I finally relented and wet myself. It was humiliating and I could tell everyone was staring at me as I made the faces necessary to get going. I wanted to cry, but I held it back because that would have just added more embarrassment.    Mom handed me the bags, then began pulling my leash towards the food court. There was a set of two big bathrooms there. They were the main ones for the whole mall.    “If we were gonna go to the bathroom anyway you may as well have let me use the toilet.” I whined.    “It won’t be long. It’s just to check and maybe change you. I know these diapers can hold a lot more, I just wanna make sure you’re doing ok.”    All the women looked appalled and I was horrified as my mother dragged me into the women’s bathroom. We stood outside the stalls in a line, waiting for one to open.    An older woman looked up at my mom and spoke, “It’s so hard having the special ones. My son was special needs back in the 80’s, he’s passed now, but I remember these times.”    “Thank you. He’s difficult, but I try my best.”    “Beleive it or not, you’ll miss it one day.”    A young woman left the stall and sneered at me then the old woman walked in. A forty year old ginger came out of the other stall and we went in there.    My mom closed the door and unbuckled my leg straps, she pulled down my shorts and got a good look at my diaper. She squ eezed the front and moved it around. “Yeah, I think it can handle more.” She pulled my shorts up, restrapped me, then walked me straight outta the mall.    Chapter 28:    I went to bed that night in my crib, it was 6 o’clock and still bright as day. I cried at the thought of how powerless I was. I sucked my pacifier as I ruminated about how unfair my life had become. I couldn’t sleep because it was too early so I had a lot of time to think. I kept looking at my clock and seeing the hours tick by. Hours of a life I would never get back. I thought to myself “I could be kissing girls right now, I could be studying physics, I could be watching youtube… I could be loving Sasha.” I began to cry until eventually I fell asleep.      When I woke up in the morning it was 4am. My brain was so strained from all the sleeping I knew I couldn’t get another wink. I sat up in my crib and felt my diaper was wet. I took my soother out of my mouth and called for my mom. I didn’t hear anything so I kept calling after three big shouts I heard her stomp out of bed.    She walked into my room. “What do you want? It’s the middle of the night.”    “I can’t sleep and I’m bored. I want to get out of my crib.” I whined.   Mom walked over to me and brushed my hair with her hand. “Ok sweet boy, I realize this is a lot more sleep than you’re used to, but mama still needs to get her 8 hours. She grabbed the remote, turned on the tv on my dresser and put on PBS kids. She turned the volume down just enough so I could hear it. “Is there anything else you need?”   “I need changed and I want my switch.”    “Sorry buddy, I don’t want you playing video games all day. As for your diaper, I’ll change you when I get up, but here.” She went into my closet and grabbed some toys. An Infernape, a Godzilla, a teething ring and two tech decks. “You can play with these.” she said as she tossed them into the crib.    “Thank you mommy.” I said.    “You’re welcome, but keep quiet. Ok?”    “Ok.”    With that she left and I was alone with my toys and PBS kids. I wanted to see if I could change the channel so I reached my hands through the bars of my crib, but the remote was just out of reach. After that I fiddled with the tech decks doing little flips on the bars and stuff, I was always really good with these. I got distracted by an interesting bit in Arthur and before I knew it I had the teething ring in my mouth. After a while I noticed, but I didn’t stop, because I felt like I kinda liked it.    A few hours later I started to feel a burning sensation in my diaper and thought “Shit, I’ve been wet for too long, I’m gonna be starting with a rash.” I started to whine into the baby monitor again. “Mom, mommy, mommmmyyyyy I need help.” She got up again and walked in.    “What?!” She snapped.    “I’ve been wet too long, it’s starting to burn.”    She sighed, a little bit embarrassed to have overreacted like that. She took down the bars of my crib then helped me out. She put down the blue mat and guided me down on it. She untaped my diaper and took it out from under me, then wiped me down thoroughly.    “Now I’m gonna place this fresh diaper underneath you.” She said, "but I want you to air out for safety.”   “Ok mommy.”    “I don’t want you to move an inch because the diaper has to be there to catch everything.”    “Ok.”    “Good boy.” She said as she slid the diaper under my but, then she left the room and went back to sleep.     “This is such an embarrassing and compromising position.” I thought to myself. “The mat is thick, but it’s not thick enough to be comfortable. The good thing is I don’t actually need diapers so mom would be none the wiser if I at least sat up.” I sat up and watched more tv. With the remote now in range I changed the channel to Nickelodeon. I figured a kids channel would save me from getting punished again, but it was for just a little bit older of an age group. Eventually my right leg fell asleep so I got up to shake it out and as I stood for the first time in 14 hours I felt everything rumble down. I had to poop.    “But I’m not in my diaper.” I thought, “Which means I don’t need anyone to take it off for me!” I practically skipped out of the bedroom, butt naked and sat on the toilet. I took a smooth and peaceful poop. A soft relent from the misery of my new life. I wiped my butt and flushed the toilet then went back to my room and sat on the diaper. I watched three episodes of spongebob before my mom finally got out of bed. I heard her walking so I laid down quickly.    “Genie, did you change the channel?”   “Yes, sorry mommy. I just wanted to watch something else.”    “I guess I can’t be too mad. At least it’s age appropriate.” She knelt down and taped my diaper onto me, then she helped me up. Let’s go get you breakfast. She grabbed my hand and walked me through the hall back to the kitchen and as we passed by the bathroom, she smelled the air. “That’s weird. It smells like somebody pooped in here.” She turned me around and pulled back my diaper. “You’re clean.” She turned me back to face her then asked in a severe tone “Did you poop in the toilet Eugene?”   “No mommy I didn’t!” I exclaimed.    “I guess I have no way of proving it, but for now I’m gonna be careful. She walked me into the bathroom and grabbed the back of my neck. “On your knees.”   “In front of the toilet?” I asked, scared.   “On your knees!” She scolded and I got down on my knees. “Now lick the toilet seat.”   “What? No, that's disgusting!”    “It’s not disgusting, I just cleaned it yesterday and I have my own private bathroom. If you truly didn’t use it then this toilet is as clean as anything else in the house.”   “It’s still gross! Just the idea is gross! I whined.   She started pushing my neck toward the toilet seat. “Either admit you did it, or lick the seat.”    “FINE! I did it, I did i-i-iiit.” I started crying.    “BAD BOY!” She said as she spanked my bottom 5 times as hard as she could. I cried out in pain and she lifted me back to my feet. “This is what happens when you don’t follow the rules.” She brought me out to the kitchen and sat me down on the table then walked over to the oven to start breakfast. “By the way, I have a client today at work so I’ll be busy for some time. I have a girl coming over to watch you today. Some Jennifer, I don’t know, but she came right to the door after your bedtime and said she was looking for babysitting jobs in the area. I told her about your situation and she said she’s ok with it.”   “Oh, ok.” I played it cool, “I just thought since you fought so hard to get me back you would want to spend the day with me.”   “Well, baby boy, momma still has to work. Not everyone can be a baby for life, like you.”    “I scowled at her and looked away.”      A few hours passed and I was sitting in my play pen when I heard a knock at the door. My mom got up and walked over, opening it up. “Hi Jennifer! It’s good you’re here nice and early, it’ll give me some time to pick up coffee.”    “Absolutly! I always like to be on time.” Jennifer stepped in and looked around the house then she spotted me. We smiled at each other and she said to my mom “And this must be little Gene.” She made a cooing face at me.    “Yep you’ll be responsible for his diaper changes and keeping a CLOSE eye on him. He’s not allowed to watch anything over 14+ on tv, he’s not allowed to leave the house unattended and during the day he stays in his playpen.”    “Ok, got it.” Jennifer smiled.   “You’re not curious as to why there are so many rules?”    “No, I understand. I’ve dealt with adult mentally disabled children before.” She walked over and patted me on the head. “You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right?”    “Yeah!” I said, as my smile lit up big.   “Great. It seems like you’ve really got the vibe here. So I’ll head out.” With that my mom grabbed her satchel and walked out the door.   “Oh my god Jennifer thank god you’re here!” I called out.    “SHUT UP!” She scolded, “You’re coming with me to the bathroom.” She grabbed my arm and brought me to my feet then she walked me by my arm to the bathroom.    “What’s happening? Did I do something wrong?”   “You stink, you’re getting a bath!” She said, sharply. Once we were in the bathroom she closed and locked the door. She turned around and hugged me tightly, I started crying and she said “Oh Gene, oh Genie. I’m so sorry I had to do that. I noticed your mother had a nanny cam in the living room and if you spoke to me normally I wouldn't be able to babysit you again.    “A nanny cam. Of course she would. Of course she wouldn’t tell me either. I couldn’ve gotten in real trouble. That’s good thinking, Jennifer. I was really scared though, and I should probably really have a bath so mom doesn’t suspect anything.”    “Oh, uh, ok. So do you want some privacy?”   “Just take my diaper off for me and I can do the rest. You’ll have to stay in here though, so that my mom knows I was supervised.”    “Oh, uh. Yeah. You can’t remove it yourself?”   “I did it once, but it’s not an exact science. I think tape ons are designed to be removed by other people.”    “I wear tape ons to bed sometimes. I remove them myself.”    “Ok.” I started rubbing the flat end of my finger on the tapes to pull them up, then I moved my hands in a few different ways.   “Use your fingernails to get under the tape.” She recommended , but I didn’t understand. At a certain point she got tired of watching. “Fine, let me do it.” She walked over and got her fingernail under the tapes. She had my diaper off in seconds. “Alright, now can you run yourself a bath?”    “Uhh yeah.” I walked over and turned the nob. I fiddled with it a bit trying to get the right temperature. I looked back a few times and caught her staring at my bare ass. She looked away quickly. As it began to fill up I climbed in the bath and she sat down on the floor next to me. We sat and talked for a while, then without thinking she grabbed a face cloth from the wrack. She used the bath water to clean my face, then she rubbed some soap on the cloth and started doing my arms. It was very intimate. She scrubbed my belly, my chest and she lifted my arms to get my arm pits. Eventually we both realized it was time for my special area. She spread my legs and got a hungry look in her eyes. I became hard and it was very embarrassing. I tried to close my legs but she separated them again.      “It’s ok, it’s just a bath.” She lowered the cloth into the water and grabbed my special business. She wrapped her hand and the cloth around the shaft and made a thinking face like she was imagining something else. Then she leaned me back and scrubbed my gooch and my butt crack. “Good boy. Now I’ll leave you in here to have some time to yourself and I’ll go to your room and think about some stuff.” She stood up and left the room.    

I’m wearing a Northshorecare Gosupreme.   not fond of them buts it’s what i got.