"Come on, you're going to be late." My mom scolded me, literally dragging me out of bed. "Get dressed, we have to be at Dr. Brazen's office in twenty minutes," She added as she stuffed a paid of jeans and a t-shirt into my hands.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right down." I promised, trying to give her the hint that I wasn't going to get dressed in front of her. She took the clue, and left. As quickly as possible I kicked off my pajama pants and pulled the jeans on, just in case she came back in. I put the shirt on next, and then dug in my closet for my shoes which always managed to get buried in there somehow.

Dr. Brazen was on time for a change, usually we had to wait in the lobby for a half hour. But today, he took me straight back to one of the exam rooms, my Mom following right behind us. Without instruction, I hopped up on the exam table and waited for Dr. Brazen to make some notes on my medical file.

Coming over to me he checked my blood pressure and temperature, and looked in my eyes, ears and nose with that weir flash-light thingy. "Okay, strip down and lay down." He ordered. I just looked at him for a minute, and he at me, so I nodded discreetly toward my Mom who was sitting in Dr. Brazen's chair. Luckily, Dr. Brazen knew how to take a hint too, "Mrs. Hayes, why don't you wait for us in the lobby? We'll only be a few minutes." He suggested. Mom looked a little hurt that I wanted her out of the room - I had always let her stay before - but she gave me a forgiving smile and left the room. Okay?" Dr. Brazen asked, turning back to me.

I nodded, and nervously started taking my shoes off, and then my socks, then shirt. Going as slowly as I could, though there was not going to be any avoiding it. "Pants too, " Dr. Brazen said when I had stalled a bit too long. "You can keep your underpants on if you prefer." I'd prefer to leave my pants on, I thought... but reluctantly I did as he suggested, and pushed my pants down revealing the yellowed GoodNites pant I was wearing. I should have taken it off at home, but I didn't think I had time, and was worried my Mom would catch me... but this, I decided, was worse.

Dr. Brazen and I exchanged a look, but he shrugged it off for the moment. "Lay down, let's get you checked up and on your way." He suggested softly, talking to me like I was suddenly 5 years younger. Trembling slightly I laid back on the exam table, and allowed Dr. Brazen to poke and push on my chest and tummy. "How long have you been having wetting problems?" He asked as he reached the lower part of my tummy right above the waist band of the soiled bed wetter pant that I was wearing.

"A while." I lied. In truth, I didn't have a wetting problem at all. But for months I had been using my allowance to buy GoodNites just because I liked wearing them.

"Your Mom know?" He asked me with a knowing look. I shook my head no. "We'll have to tell her." He said gently, as - to my horror - he tore away one side of the disposable pant. I looked straight up at the ceiling, my face red with embarrassment as he tore the other side of the wet brief away and pulled the pant out from under me, tossing it in a waste-basket with a red trash bag liner.

"You've got a bit of a rash going here." Dr. Brazen informed me, "Not surprising really... you should be more careful about not sitting in a wet diaper, and cleaning yourself up properly." As he spoke he was pushing and poking around my private parts and I could smell urine in the air. My whole body shook with shock at the word 'diaper' but Dr. Brazen acted as if he hadn't heard.

After another minute, Dr. Brazen stopped poking me and took off his exam gloves. He made some more notes on my chart - a lot of notes in fact - and then turned back to me. "I'm going to send the nurse in here to give you a hand, and I'll be back in a minute.

A moment after he left, a nurse came in, pushing a plastic cart stocked with different color diapers! "Morning Joseph, " She greeted me sweetly as she took a diaper and tub of wipes from the cart. "Hi." I answered shyly.

"Okay honey, this is how you clean yourself..." She began as she took a baby wipe from the tub, pressed the cold cloth to my privates and began to rub, "...make sure you get in all the crevaces, and clean any area that urine may have touched..." She took another wipe and repeated the process "Just to be sure." and then started unfolding the diaper in the air in front of me. "I'm sorry, but we don't have any GoodNites, or underpants for you, and since Dr. Brazen wanted you to get a hygiene lesson anyways, it's best we go ahead and complete the process." She explained as she placed the diaper between my legs. "Lift up," she instructed, and when I did she slid the diaper under me. She explained it and did it slowly, teaching me to put a diaper on myself! I was so embarrassed, yet it was kind of cool too. When she was done she removed three more of the diapers from the white stack (my size was white, the other colors were other sizes I learned later) and placed them by my leg as I sat up on the table. And then she was gone.

Dr. Brazen returned a few minutes later, and said to the nurse, "Send Mrs. Hayes in, please." as he came into the room. I wanted to put my clothes back on, but someone (I was too shocked to notice who) had put them on the chair across the room, so I sat there wearing just a diaper.

"Everything all...." My mom walked in the room and froze seeing me sitting there wearing a disposable diaper. She recovered quickly, "..all right?"

"Few little problems, but nothing to worry about." Dr. Brazen summarized before explaining everything. "Joey has been having some wetting problems for a few months, which he has managed to keep from you by using GoodNites pants." Dr. Brazen let this sink in for a moment then continued. "However, he has a touch of diaper rash, and could really use something a bit more absorbent than GoodNites - which are really meant for younger children." My Mom shot me a disappointed look that said 'Why didn't you tell me' but she came over and patted my shoulder lovingly anyway.

"So.." Dr. Brazen continued, "Here's his regular allergy prescription, and also one for a good rash cream that should be applied twice a day, and here's a list of Medical Supply Stores that can fix you up with some disposable diapers for Joey to wear to bed."

Mom and I were both kind of quiet when we left the doctor's office. I was focusing on getting used to the crinkly plastic diaper I was wearing (which felt good to wear, but I was sure everyone could hear it the same as I could.) and Mom was studying the paperwork Dr Brazen had given here, while focusing on trying not to get mad at me for hiding the GoodNites from her.

"I think it's very mature of you to have gotten GoodNites to handle your problem, and I know it's embarrassing, but I'm disappointed you felt you had to hide it from me." She said when we got in the car, getting it off her chest.

"Sorry Mom." I said feeling guilty not just for the deceit she knew about, but the lies she didn't since I didn't really have a wetting problem. Although, after a few months of wearing GoodNites I was starting to wake up wet and not remember having done it, so technically I DID now have a wetting problem.

There was a medical supply store right next to our local pharmacy, so Mom put my prescriptions in at the drug store and then we walked next door to the Medical Supply Shop.

"I need some diapers for a fourteen year old." My mom told the clerk, and I turned red again since it was fairly clear that I was the fourteen year old.

We looked at several brands that looked mostly the same. But one brand was pink in my size so we skipped that one, and the choice between the other two came down to thickness. "The thicker ones." My Mom decided, and I secretly agreed with her, but kept quiet as she examined a sample diaper, even holding it up to my waist to check the size.

"Okay, for tree changes a day you'll need a case a month, and they are cheaper if you do buy them by the case anyway." The clerk explained.

"Well, he only needs one a day, one a night actually." My mom corrected her. "Right Honey?" She said looking to me for agreement. I didn't speak, but gave her a confused look that told her I thought differently. "You need them during the day?" She asked me worriedly. I nodded, looking down at my shoes.

"Okay, we'll take the case." My Mom said with a sigh. When she paid the clerk she took two extra twenties from her purse and pushed them in my pants pocket. I looked at her with questing eyes, but remained ever silent. "You haven't gotten to spend your allowance on anything but diapers for months, you must be ready for some pocket money. " She said giving me a hug.

Mom called Dr. Brazen the moment we got home and told him I needed diapers during the day too. Dr. Brazen had her give me the phone and we talked for a few minutes. I told him I wet a little during the day, especially when I sneezed or laughed (I got that from a Poise commercial) and that I sometimes couldn't make it to the bathroom in time to avoid wetting myself. THAT was actually true, I had always had trouble holding it for long, and damp briefs were normal for me.

"Probably just delayed maturity of his bladder, mixed with his allergies. Nothing to worry about, I'm sure." Dr. Brazen concluded.

Mom and I unloaded the bags of diapers from the case, putting all but one of them in my closet. The last one Mom opened and placed the briefs in my underwear drawer, pushing my unworn underpants aside. She kept one diaper in her hand as she closed the drawer, and took my prescription skin cream in the other hand. "We better treat that rash, and might as well try this thicker diaper on since I'll have to take the one you're wearing off." Mom suggested. I hadn't realized until that moment that Mom intended to diaper me, after all the nurse had taught me to do it myself.

"Lay down." Mom requested, and I did. As she unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my legs I knew I would never wear underwear again.