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I grew up in cloth diapers. I use disposables during the day because they are not as bulky. Cloth works very well for me at night, because I'm a side sleeper. Though I will often use disposables at night and I do wake up, roll onto my back then go back to sleep. 

Hope you’re doing well.  Living vicariously through Tommy/ Tammy.  Love it.

Yes. I have a good sized stash, and prefer them for night time use. Too bulky for day use.

22)     The Birthday - Part 2 As we walked into the bedroom, I laid down on the bed whilst my mother brought over a pack of baby wipes and some powder. She leaned over and lifted up my dress before undoing my diaper. As my mother opened up my messy diaper, she barely even reacted and I could tell that she had become accustomed to cleaning my dirty bottom. I lay there whilst my mother cleaned me with baby wipes. All of a sudden, I heard somebody flush the toilet in the bathroom across the hallway. I listened closely as the person left the bathroom and approached the bedroom. My eyes widened in shock as Jenny walked in. ‘Everything ok in here?’ she smiled. ‘Ooh I’m glad you’re here, Jenny’, replied my mother, ‘could you bring me over a clean pair of Pampers please?’ ‘Sure’, said Jenny and went over to my stack of clean diapers. She picked one up and held onto it whilst my mother finished wiping my bottom. I was absolutely mortified that Jenny was watching me having my messy diaper changed. She stuck her nose up as she saw the contents of my poopy diaper. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. As much as I loved Jenny, I avoided eye contact with her and stared at the ceiling whilst my mother finished changing me. Afterwards, the three of us headed back downstairs and into the living room. Sophie was sat on the carpet watching a unicorn cartoon. Jenny and I sat on the sofa whilst my mother went to help Lana tidy up the kitchen. For a minute or so, I was completely silent. I was still trying to process my humiliating experience. ‘Are you ok?’ Jenny asked. ‘Not really’, I sighed, ‘I feel so ashamed’. ‘Don’t be silly’, Jenny smiled, ‘there’s no need to feel ashamed’. ‘Yes, there is’, I replied bluntly, ‘you’ve just seen me having my messy diaper changed’. ‘I mean…I assumed that you did that sort of thing in your diaper anyway’, Jenny admitted, ‘it’s really not a big deal’. ‘Well, it is to me’, I said, ‘I feel so embarrassed’. Jenny could tell that I was upset and started to gently rub my back. Unfortunately, it didn’t make any difference and I sat there feeling completely defeated. Suddenly, I saw a cheeky grin appear on her face. I wasn’t sure what it meant until, out of nowhere, Jenny lifted up her left leg and let out a loud fart. My eyes widened in shock and I wondered if I was dreaming. ‘There you go’, she giggled, ‘you’ve just heard me fart, now we can both be embarrassed’. I started smirking before bursting into a fit of laughter. ‘I can’t believe you did that’, I laughed. ‘Trust me, Tommy’, she grinned, ‘you never need to feel embarrassed around me’. Just then, Lana walked in and handed a sippy cup to Sophie before giving me a bottle of juice. As she came over, she sniffed the air. ‘Do you need changing again, Tommy?’ she asked. ‘No Auntie Lana’, I replied. She walked over to Sophie and checked her Pull Up. When she couldn’t see anything, Lana left the room looking confused. Jenny and I burst into more fits of laughter. She was truly amazing and I was starting to feel much happier. Jenny took the baby bottle from my hand and ushered me into her lap. I gladly accepted her invitation and got comfortable. I gazed helplessly into her eyes as she started to bottle feed me. She gently stroked my cheek which put a big smile on my face. ‘You’re such a good baby’, she giggled. I would always be the best baby that I could possibly be whenever Jenny was around. After finishing my bottle, my mother came into the room and announced that it was time for me to open my presents. I sat in the middle of the carpet whilst everyone else surrounded me, holding onto my gifts. My Mom handed me her gift first. As I started to open it up, I wondered what it could be. I thought it might be the new video game that I had wanted. However, as I tore off the wrapping paper, I was presented with three large colouring books. Each one was full of babyish pictures. ‘I heard that you enjoyed colouring during your trip to preschool’, my mother said. ‘Erm…yeah…thanks’, I replied and wasn’t sure how to feel about my gift. ‘Don’t worry’, my mother smiled, ‘I’ve ordered some bigger presents to the house. They should hopefully be there tomorrow’. I wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘bigger’ gifts but I guessed that I would soon find out. Lana then gave me a big box. ‘This is from Sophie’, she smiled. I opened the box and looked inside to see that it was full of teddy bears. ‘We know how much you’ve been enjoying your teddy bear and so Sophie has kindly let you have the ones that she doesn’t play with anymore’, Lana said. ‘Erm…thanks Sophie’, I said as sincerely as possible. Sophie just smiled at me but didn’t seem to understand that teddy bears were not your average gift for a fifteen-year-old. Lana then gave me a card and a gift. I opened the card which had a picture of Dora the Explorer on the front and I did my best to look grateful. I then opened her gift which was a selection of bibs and a pack of baby bottles. ‘Check it out’, Lana said enthusiastically, ‘they’re a matching set. They’ve got the days of the week on them’. As I looked, each bib and bottle had a day of the week on them. When I looked around at my babyish gifts, I started to wonder how long I was going to be kept in diapers for. ‘Now you won’t forget what day it is’, Lana grinned. ‘I guess not’, I smiled politely. My final gifts were from Jenny. She handed me a birthday card. As I opened it, there was a big picture of a teddy bear holding some balloons on the front. I opened it up and read the inside. To my favourite baby,  I hope that you have the best birthday ever.  Lots of hugs and kisses Love Jenny xxxxxxxxx   As babyish as the card was, I couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I was going to treasure that birthday card. I opened Jenny’s first gift which was a brand-new pack of colouring crayons to go with my new colouring books. She also gave me a little gift bag. I reached inside and was shocked as I pulled out a bright pink dress with Minnie Mouse patterns all over it. ‘What a lovely dress’, my mother commented. ‘Thanks’, Jenny replied, ‘it’s another one of my dresses that doesn’t fit me anymore. I’ve noticed that Tommy has become quite attached to that love heart dress and so I thought it would be nice to have a slightly different one to wear’. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Despite it feeling soft and silky, I really didn’t know how I felt about wearing girly clothing. However, as I examined the Minnie Mouse dress, I could smell the same scent as I did when I was in Jenny’s bedroom a few days ago. It immediately reminded me of her and I held it close. ‘Aw, I think Tommy likes his new dress’, Lana giggled. ‘Thank you, Jenny’, I smiled whilst ignoring Lana’s comment. ‘You’re welcome’, Jenny replied. ‘Come on then’, said my mother, ‘let’s see how it looks’. She instructed me to stand up. As I did, my mother came over and lifted my dress over my head and put it to one side. I was left standing in the middle of the living room in just my diaper. I lifted my arms up as my mother put the Minnie Mouse dress over me. She quickly adjusted the bow on my head before pulling the dress down a bit. It seemed to be a little bit shorter than the love heart dress and most of my diaper was visible. My mother took a step back so that everyone could admire me.   ‘So pretty’, Lana commented, ‘we should take some birthday pictures’. Before I could protest, she took out her phone and snapped a few pictures. I wanted to kick and scream but desperately tried to keep it together in front of Jenny. My mother handed me my teddy bear to hold onto and clipped my pacifier onto the dress. ‘Give us a big smile’, Lana said. I swallowed my final bit of pride and did the biggest smile that I could as Lana continued taking pictures. ‘Okay, let’s all get a selfie together’, she said. The five of us crowded around as Lana held up her phone. Jenny put her arm around me which immediately put me at ease. ‘Everyone say, ‘Birthday Girl’’, Lana grinned. ‘BIRTHDAY GIRL’, we all cheered. She showed us all the picture. As ridiculous as I looked, I loved that I’d had a picture taken with Jenny. It was still an odd picture. I recognised everyone in the photo apart from the cute baby girl in the middle. It was hard to believe that it was me. ‘I’ll send you the pictures’, Lana told my mother. ‘That’ll be great’, she replied. - I spent the rest of the afternoon watching Dora the Explorer on the sofa with Jenny. I rested my head on her shoulders and she rested her head on top of mine. She had her arms wrapped around me and I embraced every single moment. It had certainly been a strange birthday but it had also been one of the best birthdays ever. Later that evening, my mother came down the stairs holding a few bags. She saw me looking at her and smiled. ‘Come on cutie’, she said, ‘time to go home’. That should have been like music to my ears but I didn’t want to leave Jenny. ‘Can’t we stay a bit longer?’ I asked. ‘I want to get home before it gets too dark’, my Mom insisted. ‘Please’, I begged as I held tightly onto Jenny, ‘just another half an hour’. ‘It’ll be your bedtime by the time we get home’, my mother said. I saw that it was only 6pm and hated that I had to leave. I sulked as Jenny let go of me and I started getting ready to go home. As I was putting my shoes on, Lana helped my mother load up the car. I watched as she packed my presents along with the big box of teddy bears. I wasn’t even sure where I was going to put them all. ‘I’m going to miss you’, Jenny said, ‘don’t be a stranger’. ‘Hopefully, I can come and visit again soon’, I replied. ‘I hope so’, she grinned. She quickly looked to see if my mother and Lana were watching. When Jenny saw that they were distracted, she leaned in and gave me a big kiss on the lips. I felt myself go weak at the knees. ‘W…w…w…what was that for?’ I stammered. ‘It was a birthday kiss’, she giggled, ‘take care of yourself’. ‘Yeah…y…y…you too’, I replied whilst trying to remember how to speak. Lana came back and gave me a hug. ‘Goodbye, my sweet little angel’, she smiled, ‘and thank you’. ‘What for?’ I asked. ‘For taking my mind off of everything’, she replied, ‘you’ve been a great distraction and I hope you’ve enjoyed your time here as much as I have’. ‘Erm…yeah I’ve had a great time’, I said although I was still processing how I felt. As we said our final goodbyes, I got into the car and sighed. When we started driving away, I had a slight tear in my eye as I waved goodbye to Jenny, Lana and Sophie. It had been a crazy two weeks but I was really going to miss them. I spent most of the car journey quietly sucking on my pacifier. However, I took it out as I started to wonder about next week. ‘Mommy?’ I asked, ‘I’m going back to school on Monday’. ‘I know you are, sweetheart’, she replied. ‘Well, I was just wondering’, I said nervously, ‘will I have to wear diapers to school?’ My mother quickly glanced at me and smiled. ‘You don’t really think I’m that mean, do you?’ she asked, ‘I wouldn’t make you go through that. I want you to stay focused at school and I think the diapers would be a big distraction’. ‘Oh ok’, I replied with a sigh of relief. ‘That doesn’t mean that you’re getting out of diapers though’, she added. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked. ‘I know that you’ve been enjoying this baby stuff, haven’t you?’ my mother asked. I didn’t reply and silently nodded my head. It felt like a silly thing to own up to but I had started to get used to being babied. ‘How about this?’ my mother suggested, ‘I’ll let you be a big boy when you’re at school, but the second you get back home, we’ll take your school uniform off and put you straight back into diapers so that you can be my cute little one-year-old baby for the evening’. I was completely in shock. I had wanted to have the best of both worlds and now it seemed that it was about to come true. ‘What do you think?’ my mother asked. ‘I think…um…I think that I would like that’, I said nervously. ‘Perfect’, grinned my mother, ‘in that case, I think you’re going to like the big birthday presents that I’ve had ordered to the house’. I started to wonder what they could be. A crib? A highchair? Was my bedroom going to become my nursery? My mind was racing. ‘What if I want to see my friends after school?’ I asked. ‘Well, that’ll be your choice’, replied my mother, ‘you’ll still be put into diapers after school. It’s entirely up to you whether you want to go out and see your friends with a diaper on’. I knew that it was a risk that I was going to have to take. I nodded in agreement but couldn’t help grinning at the whole prospect of continuing to be babied. My mother noticed the look on my face and knew that she was making the right decision. ‘Happy Birthday, sweetheart’, she smiled, ‘I think that Mommy and baby are going to have lots of fun this year, aren’t we?’ ‘Yes Mommy’ I giggled. ‘Pop your pacifier back in sweetheart’, said my mother, ‘we should be back home in half an hour or so’. I put my pacifier back into my mouth and sucked on it happily as we drove down the highway, ready to start my new life.                                                                                                                                       Epilogue - 9 Months Later ‘Are we there yet?’ I asked whilst sounding no older than a toddler. ‘Not much further, sweetheart’, replied my mother, ‘another twenty minutes or so’. I was so excited to be going back to Lana’s house. I had really missed everyone, especially one person. ‘Is Jenny going to be there?’ I asked excitedly ‘Yes, I believe she’s joining us tomorrow for a picnic’, my mother replied. I couldn’t wait to see her again. I had planned to tell Jenny how I felt about her and hoped that she would accept me as both big Tommy and baby Tommy. ‘Does everyone know about…my situation?’ I asked nervously. ‘They know that you’re still in diapers’, my mother smiled, ‘I believe that Lana has made the crib up for you as well’. I sighed with relief, knowing that everyone knew about my baby side. I was pleased to be sleeping in a crib. The one at Lana’s house wasn’t quite as big as the one in my bedroom but I didn’t mind. Over the past few months, my teenage bedroom had started to disappear bit by bit until it had become my nursery. It had started with my bed being replaced with a crib. I had been used to sleeping in a crib at Lana’s house and so it hadn’t bothered me too much. I found it difficult when my TV and games were taken out of the room and replaced with a changing table. My Mom allows me to play my games at the weekend but for the rest of the week, I had gotten used to playing with my large amount of teddy bears and colouring books. As we pulled up to a set of traffic lights, my mother lifted up the bottom of my Minnie Mouse dress. ‘Oh my goodness, you’re completely soaked’, she exclaimed. ‘Sorry Mommy’, I replied. I had wet my diaper the moment we had got into the car. I wasn’t planning on wetting myself straight away but I was starting to find that my bladder didn’t resist as much as it used to. ‘It’s not a problem’, my mother smiled, ‘we’ll get you changed when we arrive at Lana’s house’. As we continued driving, I put my pacifier into my mouth and rested my eyes. I had reached a point where I craved my pacifier during the day. It was always a relief to get home from school and get back into baby mode again. As I continued sucking on my pacifier, I almost fell asleep until I felt the car stop. When I opened my eyes, a smile appeared on my face as I saw Lana standing outside of her house. Sophie was stood next to her, looking a lot more grown up than I remembered. ‘Hi’, Lana beamed as we got out of the car. She came over and hugged my mother. ‘How was the journey?’ Lana asked. ‘It was pretty good actually’, my mother replied, ‘although someone needs their diaper changing’. Lana turned her attention to me and grinned. ‘Hello my little one’, she said whilst giving me a big hug. ‘Hi Auntie Lana’, I babbled with the pacifier still in my mouth. ‘Have you got a wet bum?’ she cooed. I nodded my head whilst blushing. ‘Let’s go and get you cleaned up whilst your Mom unpacks the car’, Lana smiled. ‘Thanks Lana’, my mother replied as she handed her my changing bag. ‘Not a problem’, said Lana, ‘I’ve sort of missed all the diapering now that Sophie is toilet trained. With that, she took my hand and led me into the house. Sophie followed us in. I felt slightly embarrassed knowing that she was toilet trained whilst I had a thick pair of Pampers poking out from under my dress. As we headed upstairs, I was confused as we walked past Sophie’s bedroom and into another room. When we entered, the first thing I saw was the familiar crib, complete with mobile and some fluffy toys inside. ‘Now that Sophie is older, I’ve bought her a new bed and so I’ve moved the crib into the spare bedroom where your Mom will be sleeping’, Lana explained, ‘that way, she can keep an eye on you’. I was slightly shocked knowing that I was going to be sleeping in a crib next to my mother’s bed. I was instructed to lay down in the crib ready for a diaper change. When Lana started cleaning me with baby wipes, she couldn’t help but smile. ‘I didn’t realise how much I’d missed this’, she said excitedly, ‘I get to have a whole week of changing diapers again. Has your Mom told you about the picnic tomorrow?’ I nodded my head as I continued sucking hungrily on my pacifier. ‘I’m really looking forward to it’, she smiled, ‘Jenny will be there as well’. A big grin appeared on my face until Lana delivered a crushing blow. ‘I think she’s bringing her friend, Laura’, Lana said. I started to tense up as I remembered the torture that I had gone through with Laura. She was the reason that I wore dresses. She was also the reason why my mother shaved my pubic area every few days. I just hoped that she would be a bit nicer to me with everybody else there. As Lana sprinkled some baby powder over my hairless crotch, she looked up at me. ‘Are you thirsty?’ she asked. I nodded. ‘I’ll just finish changing you and then I’ll make you up a nice warm bottle of baby formula’, Lana smiled, ‘I’ve also bought plenty of prunes and broccoli so you can have a nice big bowl of that later’. Suddenly, I started to wonder if I wanted to spend the entire week as a baby. After applying a clean diaper, Lana pulled my dress back down although it barely covered anything. However, as I stood up, Lana immediately wrapped her arms around me and picked me up before resting me on her hip. It was actually quite impressive that she could do that. I was too shocked to say anything and held onto Lana tightly as she carried me downstairs. When we reached the living room, she put me down on the carpet in front of the TV. I saw my mother heading upstairs with some bags and wanted to tell her my concerns. Did she know that I was sleeping in the same room as her? Lana put on an episode of Dora the Explorer before disappearing into the kitchen. I had seen most episodes of Dora the Explorer countless times but it didn’t bother me. Over the past few months, I had started to enjoy watching her adventures and I always found it frustrating that I could never speak to my school friends about it. If they found out that I enjoyed watching it, I don’t think I would ever live it down. Lana returned shortly afterwards with a bottle in her hand. Rather than handing it to me, she led me over to the sofa where I was laid across her lap. When the nipple was put into my mouth, I started gulping down the formula. I occasionally drank it at home and had slowly started to get used to the taste. I much preferred warm milk but that was rarely an option. ‘Aw, does baby Tommy like his formula?’ Lana cooed. I couldn’t reply and continued drinking. ‘After your bottle, we’ll put you down for an afternoon nap’, Lana smiled. I was very confused. I never took a nap at home. ‘We don’t want you to be cranky’, Lana giggled, ‘we want to make sure that you’ve got lots of energy for the fun week that we’re going to have’. That was when I started to piece it together; my crib being in my Mom’s bedroom, being carried on Lana’s hip, having to drink baby formula, eating mushy food, being put down for a nap. I wasn’t just a baby to Lana, I was a newborn baby! I had a funny feeling that the week ahead was going to be very different from my last experience. My trip to babyhood had been a long one, but now it seemed that I had finally arrived.                                                                                                                                       THE END   Thank you for reading my story. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Any kind comments or feedback are always appreciated.

Tricky Mickey Tricks Himself Back into Diapers: Chapter 1 A/N: It's been a while but this idea has also been a while in the making. From small paragraphs typed in my notes when I had to change to me finally being able to piece them together! Hope yall enjoy, and as always, feedback is much appreciated.  ____ Mitchell "Mickey" Sawyer had a stupid idea. Well...really he had a brilliant idea. Or maybe it was a brilliant idea with a stupid execution? Whatever it was, he was determined to do it.    What was "it", you may ask? Mickey was gonna start pissing the bed!    That phrase might make some people furrow their brows, or give him strange looks, but Mickey didn't care. It was his idea and he was sure it’d work.    It all started on the day he started to attend his college classes. He'd had a rough few years so far starting with the death of his mother in high school. After that, he kind of just felt numb. Depression was the official diagnosis from his therapist. But Mickey really didn't care. He didn't care about anything. Which led to his grades plummeting, and then the eventual result of him having to repeat his senior year…That's what shook him back into reality, just in time to see his dad fighting off his own suffering.    His dad, so caught up in trying to keep his son above water, he didn't realize he'd been drowning himself. Mickey was angry at himself when he noticed. Mickey's guilt was what led him to really buckle down and get his head on straight. He'd started doing his homework and studying, making friends again, opening up. Smiling. Laughing. Living.    Which was an improvement he saw in his dad as well. The two were close before, of course. But now they were even closer. Maybe a tad co-dependent, but Mickey liked it that way. His dad loved him and he liked the way his dad showed it constantly. They ate breakfast together, ran errands together, and even watched a movie together most nights before bed.    But the brainstorm for his genius plan started on his first day of college. Mickey woke up later in the morning (a welcome advantage to college vs high school) to a still warm breakfast cooked by his broadly grinning father.    David Sawyer was a very open man. A cycle breaker in terms of showing affection. He grew up in a “men don’t cry/emotions are a weakness/spare the rod, spoil the child” household. He hated it, and made sure he was always there for Mickey no matter what. Through thick and thin. On the happiest days and the worst of days. He was proud of his Mickey and he made sure the boy knew it every chance he got.     So, he was happy when his boy decided to go to college! And even happier when he decided to stay local. And over the moon when Mickey asked if he could stay living at home while he was still in school. David had to curb his enthusiasm as he assured his son that, of course, he could stay at home. David preferred it that way, actually. He wouldn't say it aloud, but...he wasn't quite ready for his bird to leave the nest yet. Or to give up their nice, comfy rituals. He’d already taken a remote position from his office job to make sure he was spending enough time with Mickey. Without Mickey, he’d be alone in a quiet house every day…   Mickey rolled his eyes playfully as his father insisted he pose for a first day of school photo. He was too old, he insisted. But David shook his head, nudging him in front of the front door and telling him to smile. Mickey did so. He made sure to use a big cheesing grin as he held up the insulated lunch bag his father had also packed for him. He’d reluctantly accepted the cash his father pushed at him for snacks from the cafeteria as well. They shared a long hug before Mickey grabbed his keys off the hook and headed out to his car. His dad stood on the porch and waved at him the entire time as Mickey backed up and turned onto the road. College was…okay. It was better than high school, but felt much bigger than Mickey expected. The buildings were taller, the campus was huge, and every common area seemed to be teaming with nearly hundreds of students. It would definitely take some getting used to, but for his first day, Mickey was pleased.    He didn't get his brilliant idea until he'd come back after his final class of the day to see his dad looking like he'd slept on the couch all day waiting for Mickey to get home. He felt a bit bad seeing his dad's wrinkled clothes and concerned look as he asked how Mickey's day went. The older man was wringing his hands and his feet shuffled on the carpet as if he was fighting the urge to jump up and embrace his son. Mickey, of course, opened his arms widely in invitation. Their hug was warmer, tighter, and longer than their hug from that morning.    "I was surprised how much I missed you..." His father muttered after kissing the crown of his head.    "Aw, dad," Mickey smiled into his dad's shoulder. "I missed you too!"    But that had him thinking...his dad wanted to connect with him constantly, but always seemed to restrain himself to respect Mickey's new freedoms. Mickey was legally an adult with his own car and life, after all. He is a college student now.    But what David didn't seem to realize was that Mickey was happy with the life he had already! Not many adults could go home expecting plenty of love and affection from their parents. Mickey was spoiled that way.  So, that night, Mickey laid in bed scrolling on his phone. He wasn't quite sure how to start his search, but eventually settled on typing: How to make my dad pay more attention to me? Into the search bar.    There were a few results that he dismissed right away that encouraged talking to his dad.    Ironically, it was in an article titled 5 Ways Your Child Might Be Trying to Get Your Attention that piqued his interest.    5. Your child starts acting out in school when they used to be a model student. 4. Your child is more defiant at home (having tantrums/shouting matches). 3. Your child starts bullying younger siblings for getting your attention instead.    Those were options Mickey dismissed outright. But the rest of the article went into ways children might subconsciously be seeking attention.    2. Your child is more sensitive and vulnerable around you.  1. Your child starts wetting the bed.    Mickey decided the last option was the best one. Not that he'd really wet the bed. He'd just make his dad think so. He’d had enough defiance in his youth, and he couldn’t see how he could become more sensitive and vulnerable besides taking this step. He'd let his dad step in, take some control, and be the caregiver again.    By his second week of classes, Mickey started his plan. Early in the night, he snuck downstairs and filled up two water bottles. One was his usual bottle for drinking, but the other was going to be used for his plan. He changed into his pajamas and settled next to his dad to watch a movie like normal.    It took a couple hours after he usually went to bed for him to start his plan. He had class the next night, so they agreed to an earlier lights out than usual. He'd heard his dad go into his own room some time ago and set a timer on his phone for another hour. When the timer hit zero, Mickey eagerly started his plan.    Grabbing the spare bottle, he pushed his blankets down and slowly started to pour it over the crotch of his pajama pants. The mattress already had a protector on it, so he wasn't afraid to be a bit heavy handed. He was sitting in a small puddle by the time the bottle was empty. The water had gone room temp while he waited and it was a bit cold on his warm skin. Shaking his head, Mickey pulled the comforter over him again and made sure it soaked up its own bit of water. Only when all the water was soaked up leaving none of it pooled on the bed did Mickey get up.    He looked at himself in the mirror on the back of his door and smiled. The large, dark splotch on his crotch seemed to cover his entire butt and even the hem of his shirt. He listened at the door, but heard nothing, so he stripped the bed and tiptoed to the laundry room. The laundry room wasn't far from his dad's room. And his dad was a very light sleeper.    Mickey lifted the blankets into the machine, biting his lip as he realized he'd have to do a couple of loads as the blankets and sheets won't all fit together. He pressed the "on" button and listened to the cheerful jingle that played as the interface lit up. Thank you modern washing appliances for being so unnecessarily loud.   He waited a few seconds, hearing nothing in the hall, he selected "large load". The beep seemed much louder that time...still He heard nothing. He selected the water temp and still there was nothing. He sighed, thinking his dad was just too tired.    Slightly bummed, Mickey turned to the box of washer pods and popped the lid open, his hand was reaching inside when he heard the laundry room door creak and his dad's sleep-rough voice ask "Mick? What's going on? Why are you doin' laundry this late?"    Mickey flinched, not expecting the noise after deciding his dad wasn’t coming. He jumped, ripping his hand out of the box and turning around. "Dad! You scared me- I-" he froze as he saw his dad's gaze immediately drop to the giant wet patch on his crotch. His look intensified as he looked to the washer and saw Mickey's blankets half-shoved inside. All at once, understanding crossed his features.    "Dad- I can explain-" Mickey trailed off weakly, suddenly feeling very stupid as his dad stood there with an unreadable expression. Doubt crept into his brain the longer he stood there. Was this going to work like he thought? "I-...I just..." Mickey looked down at himself again, shuffling his feet together and hunching his shoulder down as if he could curl in on himself. "I'm sorry…?" he finished lamely.   "...Aw, bud..."    Mickey tensed up, unsure of his dad's next actions. It was dumb for him to be so worried though. His dad has simply stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. He couldn't help but lean into it his dad’s warm and safe embrace. The water had already been cold before, but now he couldn't help but shiver in the chillier laundry room air.    "It's okay, son. Accidents happen."    With his dad's reassurance, Mickey felt comfortable leaning into his plan once more. His arms reached up and gripped his dad's shirt tightly. "I don't know what happened-" he said in faux sadness. "I don't usually..." He took in a deep breath and let it out shakily. "...I'm sorry."   ‘I should be an actor,’ he thought giddily as his dad looked down at him with soft, loving eyes.   "Don't be sorry, Mickey," his dad started rubbing his back soothingly. "It's okay to have accidents. You've been under a lot of stress with school starting, yeah? These things happen."    "You aren't mad at me?" Mickey fidgeted with the hem on his dad's shirt as he whispered the words into the man's neck.    "Never," David said firmly. "I would never be mad at you for having an accident, okay? You don't need to ever worry about that."    "...I didn't mean to wake you up-"    "Hey, now." His dad's voice interrupted him and Mickey reflexively met the taller man's eyes in surprise. "I'm glad you woke me up. I wouldn't want you to deal with this yourself."    Mickey felt real tears well up in his eyes at the tenderness he was feeling from his dad. He sniffled, ducking his head again.    "Now let's get you cleaned up so you don't get sick."   Mickey found himself led by careful hands on his shoulders to the bathroom. He stood there a bit awkwardly as he watched David turn the shower on and turn to him again. "Gimme your clothes, bud. I'll handle the washing. You get cleaned up."   Mickey wanted to resist, but he actually was pretty tired. He trembled a bit in the slowly heating air as he pulled his shirt over his head. The hem had gotten pretty soaked during his roll in the sheets. He...may have been a bit overenthusiastic. His bottoms were a bit harder to take off as the wet fabric clung to his skin tightly. He nearly toppled except for the supporting hands of his dad on his shoulders. It was the same story for his underwear until he was naked as the day he was born in front of his father for the first time in a very very long time.    His dad didn’t swell on his nakedness though. He took the pile of wet clothes and tucked them under his arm. Mickey couldn’t help but smile as he was given a kiss on the forehead before his dad left. His shower was quick as he wasn’t actually dirty. He wrapped a towel around his waist and shuffled to his room again only to be surprised to see his dad sitting down on the stripped bed.    He paused in the doorway, but his father’s smile disarmed him.    “Hey bud,” his dad said softly. “Let’s get you dressed and then we’ll go lay in my bed, yeah?”    Mickey couldn’t fight off the warm tingling feeling in his chest as he heard the words. He’d been a child the last time he’d slept with either of his parents. And to have it not just offered, but assumed, even with a perfectly functional guest room down the hall…It was a giddy feeling. Something soft and sweet. It kind of made Mickey want to cry if he thought about it too long.    Taking a steadying breath, Mickey nodded. He wasn’t shy to be naked around his dad so he dropped the towel in favor of grabbing some new clothes. The new clothes ended up being a pair of boxer shorts and an old t-shirt. His dad stood with him as he pulled the shirt down over his head and was there in seconds to wrap Mickey in another hug.    “I love you so much, son.”    “I love you too, dad,” Mickey said in a small voice barely above a whisper.    It was an amazing feeling to crawl into his dad’s bed. It was warm and the duvet was nicely weighted. The pillows smelled like his dad’s aftershave and something else that made Mickey melt into the sheets. He was so quickly lulled to sleep that he barely managed a hum of ‘night, dad’ before he fell unconscious.    ____   The bed was empty the next morning when Mickey woke up, but he could smell the stomach rumbling scents of breakfast wafting from the kitchen. He stretched languidly, nearly purring like a spoiled cat under the comforting sheets. His dad’s bed was huge. And without the other man in it, Mickey felt quite small. Almost like he was just a child who’d sought comfort from dad in the middle of the night on a whim.    But, glancing at the clock on the wall, Mickey didn’t have long to bask in the feeling. He sighed as he rolled and rolled to get out of the big bed and pad his way to the kitchen. He yawned upon seeing David plating up the final plate and setting it on the table. The sound brought the older man’s attention to him and Mickey once more felt the warm tingly feeling in his stomach at the love in his dad’s eyes.    “Morning, Mick,” David cleared his throat and his voice shifted to something more befitting a conversation with his adult son. “I was just about to wake you. Breakfast is ready.”    Mickey settled down at the table and ate. They didn’t talk about the night before, but Mickey didn’t expect them to. His plan had already seen results and now he knew it would work. Of course, he couldn’t randomly start wetting the bed every night. That would be too sudden. Instead, over the next two weeks Mickey “wet the bed” 5 times. 14 days, and 5 nights of accidents. Less than half, but enough that it established the first night wasn’t a fluke.    They hadn’t talked about it, but all nights but one, he ended up waking his dad by starting the wash. The one night he didn’t, Mickey still crawled into his dad’s bed after changing clothes. The older man welcomed him groggily, waving away Mickey’s hesitant apologies.    “Another accident?” He muttered, eyes squinted in the low light. “Oh, bud.”    “‘M sorry,” Mickey mumbled back, curling up close to rest his head on his father’s shoulder. “I don’t know what’s going on…”   “We gotta do somethin’ about that, Mouse,” His dad’s slurred words washed over him.    Mouse. A nickname he hadn’t used since Mickey was in primary school. It made Mickey shiver, rubbing wetness from his eyes using his dad’s shoulder, unintentionally nuzzling closer.    “‘M sorry,” He said again, at a loss for words.    “Shhh,” his dad shushed him, wrapping the arm Mickey rested on around him to rub soothing circles on his back. “S’okay. Dad’s got it. Don’ worry ‘bout a thing.”    ____   Mickey had a doctor’s appointment scheduled the very next day. He was surprised upon coming home after his single class that morning to see his dad ready to head out the door waiting for him.    “Perfect timing! We have an appointment to go to,” He said, twirling his finger around to mimic Mickey walking back out the door. “Let’s go. Throw your bag in the back.”    Mickey had aged-out of his pediatrician’s office at this point, but instead, shifted to seeing his dad’s regular doctor instead. They seemed to be old friends, which helped Mickey feel simultaneously more and less nervous. More, because the doctor knew him. Like, they sometimes saw each other outside the doctor’s office at various barbecues and gatherings. Less, because his dad trusted Doctor Robert. And of course there was the whole HIPPA thing. But Mickey still shifted awkwardly in the waiting room chairs as his dad filled out his paperwork.    The older man had taken it from the receptionist and didn’t even give Mickey the option of filling it out himself. Mickey watched as he skillfully breezed through every section of the form until he got to ‘REASON FOR VISIT’. Mickey blushed as his dad checked the ‘OTHER’ option and penciled in ‘BEDWETTING’ in the comment box. He forced himself to turn away while his dad brought the clipboard back to the receptionist and returned to his seat.    “It’ll be okay, son,” David assured him while setting a comforting hand on his knee. “We’ll figure this out.”    When they were called back Mickey forced himself to nod when his dad asked if he wanted him to go with him. The comfort his dad gave him helped a lot of the awkwardness of the initial assessment. Less so for the litany of tests Dr. Roberts ran starting with an ultrasound and ending with a prostate exam.    At the end of it, Mickey was seriously rethinking if his plan was worth going through with anymore. He sat on the medical chair with his legs dangling over the edge and his arms wrapped around himself. He was thankful for the hoodie he wore as the cold chill of the sterile medical room tried to seep into his skin. His dad was trying to cheer him up with chatting about places for dinner that night when Dr. Robert came back in.    Mickey found it hard to meet the man’s eyes as he took a seat in the rolling chair by the computer.    “Okay, so,” the doc slid a pair of reading glasses on his face. “Physical health looks great. No signs of internal injuries or other maladies that are cause for concern. My assessments came back positive as well.”    “So…there’s nothing to explain the bedwetting?” His dad clarified.    “Nothing medically,” Dr Robert clarified. “If you agree nothing’s changed habitually either to cause this, I would say the issue might just be psychological.”    “I thought maybe with him starting college…but he’s been doing well.” His dad said defensively. “Nothing’s changed at home besides that.”    Dr Robert took his glasses off and finally met Mickey’s eyes. “Have you still been seeing your therapist?”    “Uh,” Mickey blinked. “Not…recently. That was more of a…grief counselor…I haven’t…really…” he stuttered and trailed off.    Dr Robert nodded. “You might consider consulting a psychiatric professional, but honestly David,” The doctor turned his attention back to his dad. “Mickey seems perfectly healthy. I wouldn’t really worry about it. Sometimes these things just happen. They start- they stop- they drag on- or the end suddenly. The best treatment that you can do is to manage it for the time being.” He finally turned to the computer and started to type. “Usually I’d recommend an off the shelf nighttime product, but since you mentioned Mickey’s voids being a bit heavier…”    He turned the screen to David and pointed at what looked like a mostly white package with green accents. “This brand is well reputable and affordable. Mickey’s a little older than what in-store products market for, so you’ll have to go to a medical supply shop to get these. I can print this off and write the address down so you can know what you’re buying. If you give them my card, they should even give you a discount.” The doctor’s voice is remarkably cheery as he discusses adult diapers with Mickey’s dad.    David agrees immediately and tucks the paper into his pocket when the doctor hands it over. The three of them stand and Mickey watches the two older man shake hands before Dr Robert turns to him.    “You really have nothing to worry about, Mickey. I’d say rely on your Pops and let him handle it. You just focus on school.” The doctor gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked them out the door. Mickey was silent the entire walk to the car, but when they settled in, he groaned heavily and bumped his forehead against the dashboard. “Oh my god, that was awful.”    He could hear his dad trying to hide his own laughter as he started the car. “I’ll be honest, son. I don't ever get that thorough of a check-up when I see Rob. I was surprised he didn’t try to draw blood!”    “No,” Mickey grunted. “No, no, no. I’d rather piss the bed forever.”    “You’d rather wet the bed than get blood drawn?” His dad humored him.    “Yes!”    “I can’t say I agree with you, bud,” His dad shook his head fondly. “Decide where we’re going for dinner, Mr. Needle-phobe.”    Mickey allowed himself some time to sulk as he scrolled restaurants on his phone. He didn’t expect his plan to end up with him being poked and prodded for over an hour. Nor did he expect to fake his way straight into diapers! He had to regroup. Re-evaluate. Re…something to see if he could get out of this with some dignity intact.    Mickey sunk even further in his seat as they pulled up to a building that had Medical Supplies in bright red letters on the storefront. Almost as nonpersonal and plain as the doctor’s office had been.    “I assume you want to stay in the car?” His dad asked and chuckled as Mickey nodded and pulled his hood up to slouch against the window. He’d already pulled his knees up onto the seat to fully complete his sulk. The car shook as his dad shut the door.    It didn’t take long for his dad to return, the shuffle of a plastic bag in the back seat making Mickey turn bright red. He refused to look back there.    “Alright, where are we eating?” His dad asked casually.    Mickey gave directions to a newer sushi spot, deciding he deserved a treat for being so brave. His dad was his usual happy and agreeable self as he let Mickey lead the way inside.    When they finally arrived home, Mickey scurried inside with his bookbag and locked himself upstairs with the excuse of school work he needed to do. He’d be down in time for their movie, but right now, he had to think.    What was he going to do now?