Ray groggily woke up
and looked around. Seeing it was still dark, he tried to get back to sleep, but
there was something wrong. There was an intense pain in his abdomen, which felt
almost like he had to go the bathroom. Ugh, maybe I did have too much pizza.
He didn’t like getting up in the middle of the night, but he liked messing
himself even less, so he rolled out of bed and carefully tried to walk to the
bathroom. He had opened his door halfway when the pain intensified, causing him
to double over.
Ray let out what he thought was a muffled fart, but there was a strange feeling on his bottom. For the first time in quite a long while, he was messing his diaper. Caught by surprise, he didn’t even try to make it to the bathroom and finished going right there in his room. His hand made its way down to his bottom and he felt the warm mass he had deposited there. Sniffling, he wondered what he would do now.
Trinna turned over and looked at the clock. Four in the morning. This better not be the boogeyman. “What is it, Ray?”
“I…” he sniffled, “I had an accident.”
“Huh?” Trinna yawned. “You have an accident every night, can’t it wait ‘til morning?”
Ray looked down, and she could tell he was blushing just from the light in the hall. “Not that kind of accident.”
That’s when the smell hit her. “Ray?” She got out of bed and knelt down beside him, then reached around to feel his bottom. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He had moved on from sniffling to sobbing.
Trinna gave him a hug, and he buried his head in her shoulder. “Shh, it’s okay. Let’s go get you cleaned up, alright?” Ray meekly nodded and she picked him up, careful not to put pressure on the seat of his diaper. She carried him back to his room and got the changing supplies out. Their mother had gotten used to using baby wipes for some normal household cleaning, so there was an ample supply on hand.
Ray shuddered as he settled down on the changing pad and felt the mess squish under him. Blushing, he looked away as his sister pulled his pajama bottoms out of the way.
It had been nearly three years since the last time Trinna had to change Ray’s dirty diaper, so she tried her best to keep a neutral expression as she went to work. “Are you feeling okay?” Ray nodded a little as she untaped his diaper and started cleaning him. It took several wipes, which she put in a garbage bag along with the diaper. She applied some powder and slid the fresh diaper under him, securely taping it shut. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
Ray sighed as Trinna pulled his pajama bottoms back into place. “It hurt real bad, here.” He put his hand over his belly button. “Like I had to go, but worse. I tried to go to the bathroom, but I couldn’t hold it in.”
Trinna nodded, tying the bag with the dirty diaper in a tight not, than double bagging it just to be safe. “I’ll be right back.” She went to dispose of the bag and wash her hands, then returned. She put her hand against Ray’s forehead. “You don’t have a fever. How do you feel?”
“Okay, I guess. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
She pulled him up off the changing pad and into a hug. “Maybe you just had too much pizza. Do you want to go back to bed?”
Yawning as he returned the hug, Ray nodded. “I’m pretty tired, I guess.” Trinna quickly got him tucked back in. “Um, thanks for helping me.”
“It’s okay, little guy. Try to get some sleep.” She switched off the light and went back to her room, stopping to use the bathroom along the way.
Trinna woke up the following morning to discover she was dry. Great, after all that trouble I went through to get more Goodnites. She changed into a pair of panties and went to use the bathroom. On her way out, she noticed that she couldn’t hear the TV on downstairs. Ray’s always awake before me.
She peeked into Ray’s room and saw he was still asleep. “Ray? How’s it going?” He turned over and mumbled something. Trinna entered the room and set on the edge of the bed. “Are you feeling any better?” She felt his forehead. “Still no fever.”
Ray sat up, but didn’t meet her gaze. “I feel fine.” He started to blush, and mumbled, “I’m really sorry ‘bout what happened.”
“I told you, don’t worry about it.” Trinna said as she gently rubbed his shoulder. “Hey, I wanted to tell you a story, it might make you feel better.” Ray shrugged, which she thought could be a yes. “It was about six years ago, right after you were born. Mom and dad were giving you a lot of attention, and I was feeling jealous. They were always busy taking care of you, it seemed.”
Ray looked up, starting to get interested. “What happened?”
“Well,” Trinna began, feeling just a little nervous. “I haven’t told this to anyone before, not mom or dad, or anyone else.”
“What is it?” Ray leaned in closer, definitely intrigued.
She took a deep breath. “After what happened yesterday, you probably know that I was wearing pull-ups to bed back then, too. One day, I was even more jealous of you than usual. I don’t even remember what it was about anymore.” She lowered her voice, even thought the house was empty. “That night, I pooped in my pull-up, and told mom and dad I was sick. They believed me, and they helped me get cleaned up, sort of like how I helped you last night.”
“But I didn’t do that on purpose.”
“I know. But when they helped me, I saw that they really did care, and I got over my jealousy. Understand?”
Ray nodded. “Yeah. Hey, weren’t you older than I am now when I was born?”
Trinna saw where this was going. “I suppose I was.”
“And you pooped yourself on purpose?” Ray said with a smirk.
Trinna gave an indignant look. “Hey, I let you in on a deep personal secret. And I also changed your dirty diaper last night.”
“Right, that thing. You wont tell mom and dad about that?”
She gave him a sly grin. “I wont tell them your secret if you don’t tell them mine.”
“Deal.” He gave her a quick hug. “Speaking of diapers…”
While returning the hug, Trinna reached down and checked his diaper. “You’re only wet, but after what happened last night, you better have a bath.” Ray nodded and followed her to the bathroom, where she went about bathing him in the same fashion she had the previous day. Afterwards, she carried him back to his room wrapped in a towel. “I know you said you feel fine now, but just to be safe, I think you should wear a diaper.”
Ray blushed. It was embarrassing, sure, but it was nothing compared to what Trinna told him a little while ago. “I dunno. Wont mom and dad see?”
“If you don’t have any accidents, you can change into underwear before they get back. They wont get home for a while. But if you DO have an accident, it’ll be better to have a diaper on.”
He couldn’t argue with that logic, and he didn’t really mind sitting around in his diaper whenever he first gets up in the morning. “Okay, if you think I should.” Trinna set him down on the pad and diapered him, using the right amount of powder this time.
“There you go, all set. Finish getting dressed, I need to go change.” She indicated her nightgown.
Ray, who was digging through a drawer, thought she meant something else. “You mean your, um, Goodnite?”
“Huh?” Trinna realized how easily her last statement could be misinterpreted. “Oh, I changed out of that when I first woke up, I meant my nightgown.”
“Oh.” Ray tried on a third pair of shorts, finally finding one that fit over his bulky diaper. “Did you…?”
Trinna blushed at the question, even though she woke up dry. She was about to answer, but decided after what Ray did last night, he could use some solidarity. “It was wet, yeah.” Ray nodded as he started looking for a shirt, and Trinna slipped out to her own room, lightly kicking the door shut as she pulled her nightgown off and got dressed, choosing a hoodie and a long denim skirt.
She met Ray at the top of the stairs and they went down for breakfast, then settled down into a typical Sunday morning routine. Trinna curled up on the couch and read, while Ray organized some elaborate chases through the living room with his toy cars. When he had to, Ray made it to the bathroom without any difficulty, but he needed Trinna’s help getting his diaper back on afterwards.
For lunch, Trinna thought chicken soup would be a good idea given Ray’s troubles. Once they were finished, she went to work setting up the DVD player so they could watch the next disc of the Batman set, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Ray, who was already on the couch, looked towards the door. “Who’s that?”
Trinna shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not expecting anyone.” She carefully went to peek out the window, and smiled as she opened the door. “Hi Dougie.”
“Hey there,” said Dougie. “I thought a certain babysitter could use some caffeine.” He held up a drink tray with a large cup of coffee and two soft drinks.
“You read my mind.”
Dougie waved his free hand around in a dramatic fashion and made a whistling noise. “Mind taking!”
Trinna chuckled. “Come on in, we were about to watch some more of Batman. Look who’s here, Ray.” She led Dougie into the house and closed the door.
When Ray saw that Dougie was coming in, he grabbed a blanket to conceal his diaper bulge. He managed to cover himself from the waist down just as the two teens entered. “Hiya, Dougie.”
“Ray’s not feeling well.” Trinna sat down next to him and rubbed his shoulder. “That’s why we’re just staying in today.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Dougie gave Ray a supportive smile. “I got you some orange juice, that’s supposed to be good for you when you’re sick.” He sat next to Trinna and distributed the drinks, including another orange juice for himself.
“Thanks.” Ray took a small sip. “Can we watch Batman now?”
Trinna nodded and pushed the play button on the remote, starting the first episode.
By the halfway point of the second episode, the chicken soup and orange juice had taken an effect on Ray, and he started to fidget. He looked over at Dougie. If he got up off the couch, he would have to take his blanket off. And if he took his blanket off, Dougie would see his diaper. He then looked over to Trinna, who was resting her head on Dougie’s shoulder. Yesterday he had made fun of them for doing that, but now he was glad they were distracted from him. They wouldn’t notice how he had been fidgeting, or that he had stopped fidgeting. They certainly wouldn’t notice the blank look on his face as he wet his diaper. He had wet his diaper on purpose before, but it was usually his already wet night diaper. It was an odd feeling to wet a dry one.
Once Ray had finished, he scooted a little closer to his sister. She put her arm around his shoulder and smiled down at him. He smiled back, acting as if nothing was wrong.
Before long, the third episode had ended. “I need to get going.” Dougie announced. “I hope you feel better, Ray.”
“Thanks for the coffee.” Trinna said as she lean over to give Dougie a kiss on the cheek. “See you later.”
Dougie blushed as he got off the couch. “Bye.” He ruffled Ray’s hair and waved.
Ray waved back. “G’bye Dougie, thanks for the juice.”
“You’re welcome.” Dougie said as he made his way to the door, which he closed behind himself as he left.
Trinna looked down at Ray again. “Mom and dad will be home soon, how’d you like to change into a pair of underwear now?”
Ray blushed and looked away. He didn’t want to say anything, but Trinna would be the one getting rid of his diaper. “I wet my pants.”
“You did?” She was starting to get concerned, and rubbed his shoulder again. “Do you think you should wear another diaper, since you’re still having accidents?”
Ray thought a moment before answering. “No.”
“Why not? What if you have another accident?”
He sighed. “I wont.”
Trinna had an idea where this was going. “You know you wont have an accident later because you didn’t have an accident now, right?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to get off the couch.” Ray rambled. “I didn’t want Dougie to see I had a diaper on.”
“Dougie wouldn’t care if you had a diaper on.” Trinna said as she pulled him a little closer. “He knew you were sick, right?”
“I guess.” Ray mumbled with a shrug. “It’s not the same.”
“Well, it was my idea that you should wear a diaper. And come to think of it, I never told you that you couldn’t use it.”
“You wont tell mom and dad?” Ray said, looking hopeful.
Trinna grinned. “Nope, but we better get you into some dry pants before they get home.”
“Thanks sis!” He gave her a hug and hopped off the couch, then headed up to his room with Trinna following close behind. Once again, he was blissfully unaware she was grinning at his waddle.
Trinna pulled Ray’s shorts off then put him down on the changing pad. “I see you put this diaper to good use.” She tickled him before untaping his diaper and cleaning him up.
Ray giggled at the tickling, and as Trinna went to dispose of his diaper, he grabbed a pair of underwear, which he put on along with his shorts. As he arrived downstairs, their parents’ car was just pulling up. He grabbed Trinna’s hand and led her to the front door. “Hi mom!”
Mrs. McHenry was the first in. “Hey kids, did you have fun without us?”
Trinna shook her head. “Oh no, how could we possibly have fun without you? Right, Ray?” She nudged Ray, who nodded in agreement while trying not to laugh.
“This from my own children.” Mrs. McHenry said while shaking her head with mock disappointment. “Did you have any problems?”
“Well, there was one thing,” Trinna began. “When I was getting Ray ready for bed last night, I noticed that some of his diapers were defective. The outer covers were all torn, they probably would’ve leaked.”
Her mother nodded. “What did you do with them?”
“Oh, I put them aside and then threw them out with his wet diaper this morning.”
“Hmm.” Mrs. McHenry thought a moment. “If you had saved them, we could’ve complained to get a free pack.”
Trinna shrugged. “I hadn’t considered that. I’ll remember that if it ever happens again.” She winked down at Ray. “How did the wedding go?”
Struggling to think of what to say, Mrs. McHenry stammered, “It was…”
“Terrible!” Mr. McHenry finally entered, after having been distracted by a neighbor. “The father of the bride got drunk started a fight with who he ASSUMED was the father of the groom.”
“Cool!” Ray said, his eyes going a little wide.
“Only it was a waiter.” Mr. McHenry rolled his eyes as he continued. “Who was younger than the groom. And wearing a hotel staff uniform. And who apparently was a martial arts student.”
“Wow, sounds exciting.” said Trinna.
Mrs. McHenry rubbed her forehead. “Long story short, we may get called as witnesses at an assault trial.”
“Did you get us anything?” Ray said expectantly.
“Um…” Mr. McHenry searched his pockets. “We sure did.” He pulled out a piece of paper and held it out.
Trinna took it and quickly read it over. “It’s a receipt from the hotel.”
“It’s not just a receipt,” her father said indignantly. “It’s a memento of the love shared between my second cousin and the lowlife jerk who married her for her money.”
“Oh, how romantic!” Trinna said, trying to sound excited. “Anyway, what’re we doing for dinner?”
“Just something quick.” Mrs. McHenry said. “How about pizza?”
Ray and Trinna looked at each other a moment, then said in unison. “No pizza.”