It's been over a year now, but I remember the first time I was put back into diapers like it was yesterday. I remember I was seven years old because I had just had my birthday about three or four days earlier. It was at the mall, and I wanted to buy some toys at K. Toy Store with the money I had gotten for my birthday, but my mother was shopping for something else. I can't remember what she was shopping for, but I went along to pick up and buy some toys.
I played hop-scotch on the tiles on the floor I was so bored. And that's when I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. I felt the pee building up inside me and I told my mom I had to go.
She said, "O. After I told her I had to go really, really, bad she said that she was done looking and we could go. My mom said, "Hi Mary, I didn't expect to see you here. That's when I told my mom again that I had to go to the bathroom really bad.
My mom told Mary I had to go to the bathroom and she would see her later, but Mary said she would walk with my mom and me. We were walking to the bathroom and my mom and Mary were talking, a lot. I remember wishing I could be pushed in a stroller like Nicolas because I could barely walk I had to pee so bad.
My mom told me not to hold myself because it didn't look good, but I couldn't hold it holding myself. My stopped walking and told me again to stop holding myself because we were in public. I told her I couldn't hold it. And that's when it happened. I felt it hurt on the tip of my you-know-what and my pants started to get warm and wet, and them my hands got warm and wet.
I was standing there in the middle of the mall with people looking at me as they walked by. Pee ran down my legs, more so on my right and got my sock wet, and I made a little puddle of pee where I was standing.
My mom grabbed me by my armpits and carried me quickly to the bathroom, which was still a long ways away. It hurt my armpits but I just held myself so I wouldn't pee anymore. My mom was angry. She said that if I had to go that bad I should have told her. I told her I did, but she ignored me and carried me to the bathroom.
I remember I was set down on a table and looking at a bunch of stalls with toilets. The bathroom was big and an ugly brownish color. The table was sticking out of the wall and was made of metal, I think it was there for changing babies because I remembered feeling like a baby on a changing table.
My mom started taking off my shoes and told me to stop crying.
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I told her I couldn't, and she told me I'd better. I could tell she was mad. She took paper towels and told me to dry myself off. I tried and then she tried but it didn't work very well. I told her I still had to go. She then took me off the table and put me down by a toilet and told me to go. So I did. Then while I was doing my business Mary came in and asked how things were going.
My mom told Mary I was soaking wet and we would have to go home so because I had to change. Then Mary asked, "How bad is it? I tried to go pee but I couldn't. I told my mom I couldn't go and she told me, "just go," like I just could. I told her I didn't have to anymore, even though I did.
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My mom said, "Of course not, you emptied yourself out already. Mary said, "I have an idea, why don't you come out here real quick and talk to me. I don't want to leave Nicolas outside.
I thought pulling up my pants would be a bad idea, but leaving them down wasn't a good idea either. I ended up pulling up my wet pants and it felt gross. My mom came back in a little while later. She looked at me right in the eyes and said, "I still have some shopping to do so you have two choices.
You can either wear those and wait for them to dry or I can put you into a diaper. I thought for a moment about the wearing a diaper and how it would be big under my pants and people might see it. But I could feel my private parts starting to feel like they were burning from the pee and it hurt and itched and people would see my wet pants. My mom said, "Hurry up and make a decision, I haven't got all day.
And my mom said, "make a decision or I'll make one for you. She came back in with a diaper in her hand and placed it on the changing table. I know now it was a changing table because I saw a trash can with diapers in it under it.
My mom picked me up by my armpits again and placed me back on the table again. I said, "I don't want to wear a diaper. I said, "But I'm not a baby. She said, then make up your mind, "Do you want to stay in your wet pants? Then which is it? She asked. Because I have to finish shopping and your either going to wear those wet pants and be uncomfortable and have everyone see your wet pant, or I can put you in a dry diaper and at least you wont feel wet.
My mom said, "Look, I only have a little more shopping to do, and it doesn't mean you're a baby if you wear a diaper so quit crying like one or I'll treat you like one. My mom took off my shoes and then my socks.
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She said, "You got you socks wet too I see. Then she unsnapped my pants and unzipped them and pulled them off. I remember my underwear felt cold and wet in the bathroom air. She then folded my pants up and laid them on the changing table by my feet.
I remember I barely fit in that changing table, my head was touching the brick wall and my feet almost touch the other brick wall by my feet. My mom then pulled my underwear off and I put my hand down to cover myself but my mom stopped me and said, "Ah, ah, ah. If your not laying exactly like this when I get back you'll be sorry. My mom left the bathroom for a little bit. It felt like a long time, but it was only like a minute. I remember looking up at the styrofoam sealing tiles and thinking about how they looked.
They were yellowish with black spots from water leaking on them. I then covered myself up for a minute but watched the door for when she came back in. I remember feeling the cold table under my bare butt. My mom opened the door and I saw here outside talking to Mary saying, "Thank you, it's just he's all wet.
Yeah, yeah, thank you. My mom had a plastic box of wet ones for babies in her hand and put them down right next to my head. They were real close to my face. I could smell the wipes wafting up to my nose and I felt like a baby. My mom then grabbed my ankles and picked them up real hard. She lifted my rump off the table and by my ankles and my I really felt like a baby. But I was quite, I just stared at the ceiling but I could still see everything that was going on.