Chapter teh One.

                                    

                                          
Hi my name is Kyle and I'm 11 years old and this my super true diaper story.  I grew up normal like most kids I had a mom and a dad and a brother and a sister too!  One day at school a horrible thing happened, I go to Spiro Agnew Middle school and I was in my math class  where we were working on spatial equations (I simply hate linear algebra) when I suddenly felt a tremendous pressure in my bladder.  I raised my hand to get my math teacher, Mr. Patsy's attention.
                          
"What is it Mr. Shay?"  Mr. Patsy asked agreeably, his kindly features showing pride at the interest of one of his pupils.
                          
"Umm sir could I go to the restroom please?"  I asked
                          
Suddenly Mr. Patsy looked much less than pleased.  "Mr. Shay! Although this is the first time you have asked I am sick of these constant interruptions of my class by students with a sudden and inexplicable need for the restroom."  Mr. Patsy's glared at the entire class before he continued, his voice so filled with contempt it sounded as if was spitting the words.  "So no, if only to make an example of you, you may not use the restroom now or in the near future so please don't ask again." 
                          
Because it had been Big Gulp day in the cafeteria I really had to go, but I knew better than to ask again, so I simply squirmed in my seat hoping for the bell to ring.  Outside of some funny looks for squirming, I was holding my own as they say,  but as the clock ticked past the half hour mark I knew it was a losing battle and I felt a spasm, a trickle and then a flood as my bladder let go. 
                          
Mr. Patsy, as a math teacher, had particularly keen observational powers and no sooner had I finished peeing my pants than he asked "Mr. Shay, would you mind explaining that puddle beneath your desk?"
                          
OMG!  I was sooooo embarrassed
                          
"I peed my pants."  I told him, hoping he might appreciate my honesty and let the matter drop.
                          
"I see that Mr. Shay."  He said, NOT letting the matter drop.  "Please go to the see the school nurse.  I'm certain that she is well versed in dealing with children who wet their pants during the middle of the school day."
                          
"Nurse sir?  I didn't know the school had a nurse?  I thought that through a series of budgetary cutbacks and an attempt to lower the litigation risk to the school system that school nurses were a rapidly disappearing resource amongst the American education system?" I asked with wonder in my voice.
                          
"She's British, Mr. Shay"  Mr. Patsy explained with obvious patience which caused the whole class to laugh at my ignorance.
                          
"Yes sir."  I said as I left the room to the chorus of laughter.
                          
It took me a minute to find the nurses office, it was located near the playground as I expected, however quite strangely you had to actually walk out of the building and through the crowded playground to get to the entrance, which was pretty embarrassing to do in wet pants let me tell you.  The office was large and had a medical examining table as a central fixture.  The nurse was beautify, MILFY and full boosemed and like all British nurses she was wearing an "I heart bondage" black rubber apron.  It was weird.
                          
"'allo dear. Me names Nurse Melba it is."  She said to me as she took off her apron and hung it on a peg by her desk.
                          
"I um wet my pants and was sent to see you"  I told her
                          
"Another one eh?  Well we know how to take care of pants wetters 'round here"  She told me as she led me out of her office and through a door in the back.
                          
The room she led me into was similar to the examination room, except this one had a broader flatter table which the nurse lifted me onto.  Despite being very petite she was *very* strong.
                          
Nurse Melba removed my wet pants and underwear along with my shirt and stuffed them into an incinerator that I hadn't noticed in the corner.
                          
"What did you do that for?"  I asked her
                          
"Oh them clothes, they 'us wet they was and I'm drying 'em out for you."  She told me while she pushed me back on the table and did a strap across my chest, that's when I realized what this table was.  It was a.... wait for it..... a changing table!!!!1!
                          
"We don't want you falling off now do we?"  She said as she tightened the strap.
                          
"I'm 11, and unlike an infant I have exceptional motor skills that are near their peak of acuity"  I reminded her
                          
"Be that as it may, you could fall off" she said as she pulled the strap harder still.  She fished out a folder from the file cabinet on the wall "Let's see here.  Kyle Shay isn't it?"
                          
"Yes ma'am"  I said
                          
Nurse Melba using her finger to mark her place as she read muttered to herself "Shay, Shay. ah here it is.  Shay."  she thumbed through the documents for a moment and then looked disappointed  "I see from the authors notes that there is to be No Enema, and No Spanking.  I must say I don't approve, not a right proper diaper story without those." 
                          
I didn't clearly hear the rest of what she was saying but it sounded like something about her agent, I'm not sure what any of it meant except that I liked the no spanking and no enema part best.
                          
Still shaking her head she brought over a large folded object that looked to have shiny plastic on one side with absorbent material on the other side and elastic at key points all around it with what might have been tapes for securing it around the waist.  At first I thought it might be a diaper, but how stupid would that be?
                          
"What's that diaper looking thing you have?"  I asked her.
                          
"It's a nappy"  She said
                          
"Isn't that just another way of saying diaper?  Rose by any other name and all?" 
                          
"I'll teach you to quote Shakespeare at me"  She said as she reached in her pocket and grabbed something that she shoved in my mouth.
                          
It was a pacifier and I spit it out with a resounding "Yuck!"
                          
"Why'd you do that for?"  She asked with a quirk of one eyebrow
                          
"I don't know where it's been.  You just had it lying about, that doesn't seem very sanitary to me.  I mean there's pocket lint on it, that's just gross"
                          
She reached up and with a sniff put the pacifier back in her pocket before slipping the diaper underneath me.
                          
She then used a diaper wipe, well actually it took several since I was bigger than a two year old, but Melba cleaned me and then sprinkled powder on my groin and taped the diaper up.  
                          
"Don't worry dear, I get a lot of kids in here like this, happens all the time it does.  And it's a miracle too, with us not having funding for luxuries like books and teachers, that the administrators of this institution do a right good job of keeping enough diapers in a wide variety of sizes on hand just for these occasions.  Now then let me find you some dry clothes" Melba told me as she began rummaging through a cupboard.
                          
She brought me a shirt with some writing on the front "Someone I know went to Florida and all I got was this stooopid diaper because I piss my pants like a baby."  It was very small and didn't come down very far at all leaving much of my diaper exposed.
                          
"Well I'm afraid that I don't have any trousers that will fit over your diaper, but I do have these early 80's shorts that are now unfashionably short and revealing"  She said holding up a pair of gym shorts.
                          
I pulled on the shorts hoping that no one would notice the waistband of my diaper as it rose a good several inches over the waistband of the shorts and might be noticeable if someone were paying attention.
                          
"Okay I believe you are all set except for calling your parents so they may overreact this afternoon when you come in from school."  Nurse Melba explained.
                          
"Do you have to?"  I asked her, pleading, despite already knowing the answer.
                          
Deprived of her national pass-time of administering enemas and giving spankings Nurse Melba was still going to do her duty so beyond my token protest I resigned myself to my parents finding out about my accident.
                          
"Back to class with you"  She told me with a pat of my diapered butt as she maneuvered me toward the door.
                          
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Next Chapter:  Kyle comes home!