It was the first day of a long Christmas break. I was going to get three glorious weeks off. This was the result of some labor dispute the teachers at my school were having. It meant that the school year would have to run long into the summer. But I didn't care about that, at twelve years old that was too far into the future to consider. What mattered was enjoying my vacation now. It was important though, I thought, to not betray any excitement about Christmas. I was almost a teenager after all and I was very proud of what I considered to be my near adult status. 

	My mom and I were spending the holiday with my Aunt Linda and her daughter Sarah. Aunt Linda had hit the jackpot with some wise investments many years earlier, she was able live a fairly comfortable lifestyle without a day-to-day job. But she found it worth her while to baby-sit for some extra cash from time to time. She specialized in long term child-care, watching after kids while their parents took trips. Sarah, who was a few years older than me,  would pitch in and together they would bring in enough money fill in the gaps.

	The car rolled up the long drive way to the front of the large house. Linda and Sarah greeted us and we were shown to the rooms would be staying in. There were enough rooms to allow us both to have our own. Afterwards we all sat in the living room and talked. The conversation turned to Aunt Linda's baby-sitting business. "You know" she said "we'd be happy to take care of Jason for free if you ever needed it." I blushed at the offer. I knew about Aunt Linda's philosophy on boys and how she thought they matured much more slowly than girls. When she looked at me she didn't see a young adult, but a small child who needed looking after.

	After we'd had dinner and some dessert Aunt Linda announced that she had a surprise for me, a gift that couldn't wait for Christmas to be opened. I braced myself. Her philosophy had led her to give me a string of gifts that were inappropriate for my age, and I had no doubt that this gift would be any different. The box was set before me and hesitantly began to unwrap it. Inside were some PJs. That would have been bad enough as I'd decided I was old enough to just wear sweats and a T-shirt to bed. But these were decorated with cartoon spaceships. I mustered enough gratitude to thank her. I figured it could have been worse, even if I had to wear them no friend would ever have to see me in them. I started to set the box aside but my Aunt quickly spoke up. "Pull them out of the box, you haven't seen everything yet."

	I removed them from the box and my heart sank. These weren't just normal PJs, but one-piece footed sleepers. And beneath the first pair were two others. "Now do you see why I wanted you to open that tonight?" She asked rhetorically  "This house can get very cold at night, now you can stay warm."

	I'd have to wear these things that very night, I struggled to contain a moan. "Those are adorable Linda" my mom said "I'm sure Jason will be very happy to wear them tonight." Knowing I was doomed to sleep in footed PJs for the rest of my stay I muttered one more thanks and tried to get my mind off the issue.

	A few hours later my mom declared that it was time for me to go bed. I tried to whine that it was too early, but she cut more short explaining that it had been a long day and we were getting up early in the morning. "Now pick out which pair of PJs you want to wear" she said.

	I looked at my new pajamas and gulped. Besides the one with spaceships there was one with dinosaurs and one with cowboys. Each was blue and decidedly juvenile. Mom saw I was having trouble deciding so she selected the cowboy pair. "I think these are cute" she said as she handed them to me. "Get them on them you can back downstairs and watch some TV for a while." I took them and headed up stairs.

	Closer inspection revealed that the zipper was in the back. I wondered how I'd ever get them on. As I stepped into them a felt a slight shock followed by an odd tingling sensation, I dismissed it as static and attempted to finish putting the thing on. I got the zipper about halfway up before I could no longer reach it. I struggled for a moment before my mom came in. "What's taking you so long?" she asked.

	"I can't get this zipper" I answered. She quickly reached behind me and finished zipping me into my sleeper, again I felt a small shock. "Now" she said "I know you think you're to old to wear this. But I think you've been getting a little bit ahead of your self. There a few things that are change when we get home. Now lets get downstairs."

	I followed her down the stairs and into the family room where my Aunt and Sarah were sitting watching TV. After I sat down she ducked into the kitchen and came out with a glass of milk. "Here honey why don't you have a drink" she said. Aunt Linda began to speak up but mom immediately knew what she was going to say. "Don't worry" mom said "he hasn't wet the bed in years." I blushed a bit at having my toileting discussed so openly, even if it was to deny bedwetting.

	"Oh that's fine then. I'm just worried because he'll be sleeping on a new mattress." 

	Sitting in my footed PJs and drinking a glass of milk it was clear that first night that a line had been drawn. There were three adults my mom, my aunt, and even my cousin; and then there was me, the child. 

	After the show was over I was sent up to bed. I lifted back the sheets and saw that even they were babyish. There were little cartoon cars all over them. And sighed and hoped this would be limited to sheets and PJs. I climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep.

	In my dreams I was walking down the beach. I didn't really know where I was going or were I was coming from but I slowly began to realize I was wearing my cowboy PJs. Further on down the beach the waves began to rise ever higher. I tried to walk to higher ground but I was hit by large powerful wave and knocked to the ground. The wave receded back into the ocean and was left in soaking wet clothes. The PJs were clinging my skin and began to try to pull them away from me. "All I have to do is find a place to take them off and I'll probably never have to wear them again" I thought. But them something awful occurred to me, I wasn't on the beach, but in bed. I sat straight up and pulled back the sheets. My PJs and the bed surrounding me were soaked.

	How could this happen? I couldn't even remember a time I'd wet the bed. But here I was 12 years sitting in a wet footed sleeper. My first thought was to try to dispose of the evidence, but I couldn't reach the zipper. I'd have to admit to someone that's I'd peed in my bed. I opened my bedroom door. The sounds of the three women of the house having breakfast could already be heard. "Mom!" I called down "I need to tell you something." 

	"Honey, it's not polite to shout. You can come down here and tell me." And display my little accident for everyone to see? I didn't want to do that. 

"But I need to tell you here."

"You can either come down or not tell me at all."

I knew I couldn't spend the entire vacation in my room so sulked down stairs and into the kitchen. There was no need for me to explain anything when I appeared in the kitchen that morning with a large wet spot that spread halfway down to my knee with one small trickle running down to the right padded foot. "I… I had an accident" I stammered "I'm sorry about your mattress Aunt Linda."

"You don't have to worry about that dear" responded Aunt Linda "I'm just glad you dind't try to hide it, now I can clean it up before it gets ruined." She went upstairs as my mom knelt down and hugged me.

"That's OK baby" she said "I really should have made sure nothing like this could have happened. But we can fix that tonight, can't we?" I really had no idea what she was talking about, and for a moment I thought I saw her wink at my cousin. But it felt good that she wasn't angry with me, and I just buried my face into her shoulder and cried tears of relief.


Part 2

	I was in a daze having just woken up in a wet bed for the first time I could remember. It was obvious that I was not going to be treated like the adult I thought I was on this vacation. Aunt Linda came back into the kitchen and announced that she'd cleaned up the results of my little accident.

	"I'm really sorry about this" my mom said "he's never done this before."

	"It shouldn’t be a problem this one time, but we may not be so lucky if there's a next time."

	"I was thinking that maybe he should wear protection just in case it happens again." 

My eyes widened at my mom's statement. "She couldn't possibly mean diapers could she?" I thought "I'm 12 and this is the only time this had ever happened."

"I think that would be a good idea." Replied my aunt "My experience has taught me that little boys are never really potty trained until they're a bit older than Jason. Sometimes it's just easier to keep them in diapers if they're having accidents."

"I promise I won't do it again" I protested "I don't need to wear diapers."

But mom had already made up her mind "If this is just a one time thing then you won't have to wear them anymore. But I don't want to take any chances." Then she turned to my aunt. "Do you have anything you'd recommend?"

"Well I don't know…"

Sarah interrupted her "You could probably put him in Pampers size 6. He's about the right size."

"Yes" said Aunt Linda nodding "those should do just fine. I even have a few bags on hand."

My heart sank. My 15 year old cousin was now advising my mom on what sort of baby diaper I should be put it. "OK then that's what I'll try" mom said as she turned back to me "Now let's get you out of those wet clothes."

I was led up to my room where my mom proceeded to help me out of the soaked sleeper. She assured me that I'd only have to spend one night in diapers if I was dry that night and sent me to shower. After I was done showering I overhead the three women discussing my accident.

"I know how bad he must have felt" I could hear my mom saying "but he was just so cute in his wet little jammies. I can't wait to powder up his behind and get him all snug and diapered." My aunt cousin voiced their agreement.

I decided to simply put up with it for now. I was certain that it would all blow over after I woke up dry the next morning. So I got dressed and went downstairs. The rest of the day was uneventful and I managed to forget about what was awaiting me that night.

But eventually reality came barging in. When mom decided it was my bedtime she asked my aunt where the diapers could be found. She asked Sarah to go grab them and she soon came back with not only a bag of Pampers but also some baby powder.

"Good thinking Sarah. We don't want any rashes do we?" Commented Aunt Linda.

Again I was led up to my room. Mom told me to sit on the bed and I complied. She began untying my shoes. She took off my shoes and told me to raise my arms, my shirt was pulled off over my head and neatly laid on the dresser. Then she gently pushed me onto my back and began to unbutton my pants which she quickly pulled off and laid on top of my shirt. Then she removed my underwear I was laying naked on the bed waiting for my mom to diaper me like a little baby. She opened the powder and liberally sprinkled it over my diaper area. Then she grabbed a fresh diaper from the bag and unfolded it. "OK sweetie, lift your butt so I can put this on." I knew there was no sense in resisting at this point so I allowed her to slide the diaper under my butt. She then brought the diaper up from between my legs and expertly  taped it on both sides.

	"There" she said "now let's get your PJs on." She held out the dinosaur sleeper so I could step into it. I worked my way into the babyish thing as she zipped me into it. "Now hopefully there won't be any leaks. I don't want to have to wash these things everyday" She said. Once again I got a static shock, but this one left me with a warm feeling all over.

	Then she pulled back the covers and patted my diapered butt as I climbed into bed. "Goodnight baby., stay dry." She said as she kissed my forehead. She turned out the light and left the room. I could smell the baby powder and hear my diaper rustling beneath my PJs. I felt small, helpless, and babyish. I wondered how long this would go on and drifted slowly off to sleep.

Part 3

	I woke up the next morning and slowly began to remember the events of the last few days. For a moment I was relieved that the bed was dry, but then I remembered that I was diapered. It was hard to tell if the diaper was wet. I couldn't see it and had no access to it. I'd have to wait to have it checked.

	My mom opened the door. "Good morning sweetie. Are you wet?"

	"I can't tell." I said.

	"Well let's check then." She pulled back my covers and started to unfasten some buttons in the crotch of the PJs. I'd noticed them before and didn't know what they were for. She stuck a finger in my diaper and pronounced me soaked. And without another word she untaped my diaper removed it and threw it away. She then grabbed a baby wipe and started to clean my diaper area. I realized that the odd buttons in my PJs had been placed there to facilitate diaper changing. Why would Aunt Linda give me such a thing? And where did she get them?

	"There we go, all dry and clean. That wasn't so bad was it?" I didn't respond. "Well I think you may not be as grown up as you think you are. Now lets go downstairs and get some breakfast." 

	In the kitchen Aunt Linda and Sarah were setting out breakfast. "Well we had a little wet diaper this morning but everything else was nice and dry" Announced my mom.

	"Oh good" said Aunt Linda "Isn't it nicer to wake up a dry bed?"

	"I guess so" I said.

	"You really ought to thank your Aunt for letting us use those diapers." Urged my mom.

	I reluctantly thanked her and she smiled and said "You're welcome honey. Anything to keep those cute PJs from getting all worn out."

	I knew I'd have to do something to convince these three that I was as grown up as anyone could want. It was just that I was having some weird problem that was soon to pass. I'd show them I was all but an adult. If only I knew how.

	We had breakfast and to my great relief my bedwetting was not discussed. After we finished we all showered and went to the mall. The mall was packed with Christmas shoppers. We made our way from store to store and my mind wandered far away from bedwetting and diapers. 

In the middle of the mall was seated the requisite man in a Santa suit. I'd known about Santa for years, and hadn't sat in his lap for even longer. But something moved my mom to request that I do it one last time. I scoffed but she claimed she just wanted to see it one least time and promised that there might be a video game in it for me.

Reluctantly I agreed and we got in line. While the line slowly progressed I began to feel a growing urge to go the bathroom. I tried to ignore it. If I left I would have given up my place in line and I didn't want to prolong this embarrassing episode. At last I made it to the front of the line and took a seat on Santa's lap.

My situation was quite urgent at this point but was certain I'd be able to make it. I tried to explain to the man that I was just doing this so my mom could get a picture. But there was some problem with the camera and I was forced to wait. I strained with all my might but my bladder eventually released. I felt a wave of horror and relief as I soaked my pants and Santa's knee in front of half the mall. After what seemed like an eternity the public spectacle was ended as the girl employed as an elf listed me from Santa's knee and placed me in front of my mom.

"I'm sorry about this" said my mom.

"Don't worry about it ma'am. We get wet little guys all the time." Replied the elf.

My mom took my hand and began to walk me towards the restrooms. I just looked at the ground and wondered what was happening to me. Maybe I really was turning into a baby. Maybe I always was baby. The line for the restrooms seemed to stretch on forever. Mom surveyed the scene and led me into the changing room instead which was far less busy.

"OK honey. I have some clothes here that I bought for you, we'll just have to have you wear them now." There was no privacy anywhere in the room so I had to change out in the open just like the babies who where being tended to by their mothers.

As my mom was helping me out my clothes one of the mothers took notice of the scene. "Have a little accident?" she asked.

"I'm afraid so" replied my mom "He's been having accidents at night too. If this keeps I'll be changing diapers all day."

"Mom!" I interjected.

"Oh honey, everybody knows that little boys have accidents every once in a while."

The woman nodded and smiled at me. "You should be glad you have a mother who knows how to take care of you."

Just then my mom noticed that she hadn't bought any underwear. "The mall provides extra diapers for parents who run out. I think they have some large training pants over in the corner.

My mom thanked her for the tip as she walked out with her baby. She quickly found a pair of large pull-ups and held them out for me to step into. Not wanting to be naked any longer than necessary I complied and the training pants were pulled into place. Soon I was dressed in dry clothes and we left.

We caught up with Aunt and cousin and we lingered around the mall a little longer. I longed to get back to my Aunt's house where I could take off the silly diaper was forced by circumstance to wear. But when we got home my mom insisted that I keep it on "just in case."

After dinner I was watching TV when my bladder again demanded to be emptied. The urge was very strong and it was obvious I was losing my ability to know when I needed to go until it was extremely dire. My cousin was using the downstairs bathroom so I ran upstairs to use the upstairs one. Halfway up the stairs a trickle began to run out into my pull-up. I figured I could still get away with it if I made to the bathroom but right in front of the door I flooded the training pants.

It was a good sized wetting but my training pants held it. After a brief bout of panic I decided I could dispose of the pull-ups before bedtime and my mom would never know. So I went back downstairs and pretended nothing had happened.

In the living room my mom greeted me with the pair of Dinosaur sleepers I'd worn last night. "Aunt Linda rented a movie. So I thought it would be a good idea to get you all ready for bed before we started watching it."

I gulped and followed her back up the stairs. Once again I was taken out of my shirt and pants. "I see you had another accident. Oh well, we'll just use diapers until we can get you potty trained again."

Once again I was wiped clean with a baby wipe, powdered and diapered. She helped me into my PJs and led me down stairs into the living room. Aunt Linda started the movie and I sat down in a chair. "Why don't you come over here with me sweetie. That's Aunt Linda's chair."

I walked over to my mom and she picked me up and laid me across her lap. She cradled me in her arms. After all the embarrassment I had to admit to my self that being cared for was comforting. I felt secure in my mother's arms. Instead of protesting I laid my head on her shoulder and watched the movie. Long before it was over I was fast asleep.