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Ryan was the first up. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked to the tent door. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get it open, and even if he could, he clearly wasn’t supposed to, and wasn’t eager to get himself in trouble.
    For a while he was alone. He moved around to keep himself from getting bored, crinkling loudly as he crawled around his little space, with no room to fully stand up. Soon he could hear that others were waking, and he waited at the tent door with anticipation.
    More than one person was out, and he called out quietly. The response came from Mrs. Feldman.
    “Ryan? It’s not time for you to wake up right now, but I can warm up some more milk for you if you need it.”
    Ryan could hear that Philip and Harrison were out, but understood that he wasn’t afforded the same privileges as his friends. “No thanks,” he uttered back, and lay himself down. Maybe if he closed his eyes he could get just a little more sleep.

    Ryan woke up on his back, his sleeper unzipped to his ankles as his old diaper was being stuffed in a bag.
    “Hi Harrison’s mom,” Ryan said. “I get to wear underwear now, right?”
    A fresh diaper was placed between him and the sleeper, and Mrs. Feldman began rubbing in cream. “Later. We’re going for a hike, and there won’t be any good spots to use the bathroom.”
    Ryan groaned. He was being powdered now, and he knew there was nothing he could say to get himself out of this. Eventually he was snug in his new diaper, and Mrs. Feldman pulled him out of the sleeper.
    He was brought outside of the tent, wearing nothing to cover his diaper. He looked to the fire pit, where all the other boys were sitting and staring, and he could see that Tyler and Cameron wore diapers under their shorts.
    When he looked back, Mrs. Feldman had brought out a change of clothes. “Arms up,” he was told, and he allowed himself to be dressed, rather than negotiate and delay being allowed back in his clothes. His grey tank top ran short and his jean shorts were a tight fit, leaving his diaper’s outline particularly clear at the back, but it was better than going bare. As Mrs. Harrison tied the boy’s shoes, she called her eldest son over.
    “Behind the tents, let’s talk.” The three sought more privacy, and she started. “Harrison, are you sure you don’t need diapers on the hike?”
    “Mom, please! I haven’t had any problems, training pants are fine,” Ryan sounded off exasperatedly.
    “Okay, but there’s one more thing,” she continued. “It’s going to be a long walk, and we’re covering a lot of ground. There’s a lot of space to get lost.” Harrison bit his lip, evidently aware of what would be proposed. “I think you should wear a harness for the hike. Ryan will be in one too, and so will your brothers.”
    Ryan looked up in fright. He wasn’t even trusted to walk ahead? Before he could ask why, Harrison was at his defense.
    “I can watch Ryan, he won’t get lost! Besides, the four of us will be together.”
    “Sorry, but I need to keep Ryan close so I can keep track of his accidents. Are you sure you don’t need a diaper too?”
    “No, really!” Harrison blushed. “I don’t have to wear a harness if I don’t want to though, right?”
    His mom considered. “I’m not sure about that. I think it’s best to be safe.”
    Harrison gave a grumpy sigh and crossed his arms. His mother’s decision seemed final. “What about Ben and Philip?”
    “Your dad will stay close to make sure no one gets lost. I don’t have a harness for everyone, and besides, they probably don’t need it.” Ryan only hoped those two had it in them not to make fun.
    The three made their way back to the fire pit, and Harrison started on his explanation. “Hey guys, just so you know, I’m gonna be wearing a harness on the hike.” He continued before any questions could be asked, “Ryan’s parents were worried he could get lost and asked my mom to use one, and he’s been through enough already. If I join in, maybe it won’t be so bad.”
    “Hey, if that’s what we’re doing, I’m fine trying a harness,” Philip offered. “That’s like a kid leash, right?”
    Harrison was glad for the proposal—his plan worked. “There’s only two, but thanks for understanding. Just know that Ryan didn’t ask for this—we’ve spent enough time with him to know he really doesn’t need to be walked on a leash.”
    “Yeah, it’s pretty weird,” Ben agreed, “But I guess we know his parents are pretty overprotective, using diapers instead of pull-ups and all. You see that car-seat he was in?”
    Ryan hoped that when this was all over they wouldn’t look at him the way they did now. But at the moment, he at least had the relief that they were still his friends, and none of this would leave their camping trip.
    Mrs. Feldman had brought out four harnesses, two of them red, for the younger two, and the other two in blue. She handed her husband the red sets, and started by securing her son.
    The harness wasn’t what Ryan expected. Besides strapping around Harrison’s chest and shoulders, two belts ran between his legs, keeping him extra secure. Ryan was then tightened into his to match, and his diaper was further emphasized by the leg straps, its peeking equally increased by the harness holding up his tank top.
    “Dad can take the front, and we’ll lag behind and catch any stragglers. Got it, everyone?” Mrs. Feldman said, speaking only to Ben and Philip.
    “Hey, you two don’t worry about us, feel free to run up ahead,” Harrison offered, “It’s always more fun up front.”
    Ben spoke back. “No way, it’s way more fun if we’re together. We’re fine walking at the back.”
    Philip elbowed him in the side. “Maybe it’ll, well, be a bit embarrassing with us walking freely beside them.” He looked over the restraints. “We might just make them feel worse.”
    “Oh, right...” Ben realized. “Guess we’ll race you there and back then!” he joked.
    Harrison’s dad left first, bringing Tyler and Cameron, and allowing Ben and Philip to run ahead.
    “You sure you don’t need a diaper?” Harrison was asked. He shook his head and the answer was accepted, and the smaller group followed after.
    Piercing through any moment of silence was a constant crinkling from Ryan, so the boys kept a conversation going. Their talk mostly concerned superheroes and upcoming Star Wars projects—Harrison disclosed that for most of their theater attendance together, he had to come in a diaper. It was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
    “Did you ever use them?” Ryan asked, feeling far more comfortable in his diapers after hearing that news.
    “Well, um,” Harrison muttered, “I couldn’t use the bathroom, so there was never any point in holding it in and making myself uncomfortable. I guess they usually got used.”
    Ryan smiled to himself. If anything, at least the two could understand each other’s shame. It explained why Harrison got so threatening before.
    “Here, Ryan,” Mrs. Feldman said. He turned back and was handed Harrison’s sippy cup, filled with milk. “I warmed it up just twenty minutes ago,” she explained. Ryan looked to Harrison, who shrugged back, and began drinking. He knew this meant he’d be wet soon, but it didn’t seem like the drinks were given to him as an offer.
    He finished and handed the cup back, and Mrs. Feldman poured again from her thermos, this time handing the milk to Harrison. He frowned, evidently hoping to go the trip without any of his mother’s frequent treatment, but maybe because he was already in a harness, he started on his drink without any attempt at refusal.
    His mother accepted the cup back once it was empty, and the boys were free to return to conversation. It wasn’t long after their drinks though that Ryan had to go, and he found himself unsure of whether or not to use his diaper. Harrison was right there. It didn’t seem right. And while he was walking, he wasn’t sure he even could wet himself. Further reminding him of how much he needed to go, his friend spoke up.
    “I have to use the bathroom. Can we stop by some bushes?”
    His mother didn’t like the idea. “There’s not gonna be any clean places for you to use the bathroom, and there’s nowhere around for you to wash your hands.” Harrison squirmed. They were stopped now, and Mrs. Feldman looked at him with consideration. “I knew I should’ve had you wear your diapers. Come on, take your shoes off, I’ll get you changed.”
    Harrison’s mouth dropped. Ryan’s did too. Was he really going to be joined in this humiliation?
    Harrison did nothing as his mother prepared the supplies from her diaper bag, laying out the changing towel and hygiene supplies. “Come on, I said shoes off.”
    This time Harrison obeyed, and Ryan could see that his friend was crying, albeit in silence. When his shoes were off he obeyed the gesture to lie on the towel, and his mother stripped off his shorts and training pants.
    Ryan looked away as the change was done. He could hear Harrison sniffling and the shaking of the powder, and the crinkle of the diaper as it was secured. When Ryan turned back, Mrs. Feldman was pulling Harrison’s shorts over his knees, and Harrison was drying his eyes on his shirt.
    Mrs. Feldman placed her son’s training pants in the diaper bag, and pat him on his padding. It crinkled loudly. Once Harrison’s harness was strapped between his legs again, his diaper was nearly as obvious as Ryan’s, only helped by the fact that his shirt was longer, and his shorts less tight.
    “Does this happen a lot?” Ryan asked, aware his friend might not yet want to speak. Harrison shrugged, and gave a small nod.
    “I don’t have to wear them very much anymore...” he mustered, “But sometimes she still makes me.”
    Along the way, both boys felt the need to use their diapers, and both were wet by the time they caught up with the others. At the sight of Ben and Philip, Harrison took to hiding behind his mom.
    “Hey slowpokes! Got lost?” Mr. Feldman joked. “We’re just making a quick pit stop before we zoom ahead. You guys having fun?”
    Ryan shrugged, and Harrison provided a delayed response.
    “Um, I’m kinda tired. I think I’d rather go back.”
    The larger group joined together in surprise. “What? No way, you haven’t even seen the end of the trail! Who knows where it leads?” Harrison’s father declared. The boys under his lead had clearly been hyped up on their walk, and seemed eager to continue on.
    “Let’s keep going, let’s keep going!” Tyler declared, running in circles around his dad. He was no longer attached to any leash, and neither was Cameron.
    “Uh, I’m pretty tired too,” Ryan joined in, “Maybe we’ll go back?” He turned back to Mrs. Feldman hopefully.
    “I guess we can go take a rest. You guys tell us how it went, we’ll see you there.”
    With that, the groups parted ways, Ryan and Harrison making an effort not to move around and crinkle in the other kids’ presence.
    Tugged by their leashes, the two finally followed after Mrs. Feldman. They were feeling tired, but it was more the exhaustion of working to protect their dignity than anything else. They were struck a further blow as they were both given another drink from Harrison’s cup, each downing a full serving in turn.
    The boys were very drowsy as they neared the camp, and were handed their third filling of the sippy cup. Harrison was first back on camp grounds, stumbling as he found himself wanting for bed, and Ryan shuffled close behind him as the tents entered their view.
    Mr. Feldman and the boys were already there. “What took you so long? We went there and back and didn’t see you anywhere!” He laughed. “Just kidding. We passed the cars on the way here, turns out it’s just a loop.”
    Harrison was too tired to think of hiding, and stood in place as his mother held conversation. Ryan looked to Ben and Philip, but neither seemed to be paying Harrison any special attention. They seemed more interested in Ryan, still drinking from the sippy cup. He made an effort to cover up Harrison’s name.
    “I’m just gonna put these two down for a nap, they’re both very tired,” Mrs. Feldman finished, removing the two harnesses and taking the boys by the hand. She brought them both to the orange tent, and after leading them inside, stripped them of their shoes, shirts, and shorts, before zipping them inside. By the looks of it, Harrison fell asleep somewhere around the removal of his shirt, and Ryan was soon to follow. His eyes closed as he looked upon his friend’s diaper, wondering just how long it’d been since Harrison had worn normal, big kids underwear, as his head hit his pillow.

    Harrison was already up when Ryan awoke. His friend looked nervous, as he quietly sat by the tent’s entrance.
    “Oh, hey,” Harrison whispered, and he gestured for Ryan to stay quiet. Ryan noticed that Harrison must’ve had another accident, as his diaper was well more swollen than before their nap.
    “I don’t want Ben and Philip to see, please don’t make any noise.” He stuck his ear to the zipped up opening as Ryan looked down to his own diaper. Soaked as well, on top of the small wetting he’d had on the hike.
    Mrs. Feldman surprised the two as she pulled open the tent, and Harrison gave a high-pitched eep.
    “Hello boys, have a good nap?” She took her hand to her son’s diaper, noting the wetness. “Both of you had a bit of an accident, huh,” she remarked, moving on to Ryan’s padding. “Well alright, let’s get you two changed.”
    Both boys were pulled out by their hands, and Ryan was thankful to see that Ben and Philip were swimming a way off in the lake, and were too distracted to notice their friends waking. Turning his gaze back, he could see his relief was nothing next to Harrison’s.
    “I’ll just get you two wiped down and then you can go swimming, sound good?” Mrs. Feldman offered. Both boys were very excited, most of all to wear anything but their diapers. Harrison went first, once their changing mat was settled behind the tents, and he stayed quiet as Ryan looked the other way. He was in his trunks as Ryan’s turn came, standing aside and looking away as Ryan had. Once he was wiped down though, he wasn’t offered his trunks.
    “Wait, do I have to?” he asked, as the blue swim pull-ups were eased over his hips. “What about my trunks?”
    Harrison had turned back. “Hey, it’s the same for me.” He tugged down his trunks and showed he had the same pull-ups on. “I still have to wear them whenever I swim.”
    Ryan still pouted, but cheered up when his trunks finally met his ankles, though once pulled up, stopped short of fully covering his new padding.
    It was better than nothing. Both boys were satisfied, and ran to meet with their friends in the water. With their legs beneath the surface, even Ryan’s peeking pull-ups couldn’t be spotted. While swimming and splashing, he felt just like everyone else.
    As they retreated from the water over an hour later, Ryan spotted Harrison’s protection. “I can see ‘em,” he whispered, and Harrison pulled up his trunks. Ryan wasn’t so lucky.
    “Hey, nice big kid undies,” Philip said, noting his friend’s clear peek. “I thought you only had accidents at night?”
    Ryan was growing tired of only being regarded in terms of the diapers he wore. “It’s not up to me, I really don’t need them.”
    “Just drop it, don’t make a big deal out of them. If he needs diapers, of course he’d wear something with his swimsuit,” Harrison said sternly. He pulled at his trunks again, his thumb scanning his waistband to check for peeks. His friends accepted his position, and moved on without any lip.
    Checking back in with Mrs. Feldman, Ryan was to be changed first.
    “Mom,” Harrison began as his friend was still being powdered, “I can go back in my training pants, right? Since we’re staying by the camp?”
    His mom took her time considering an answer, and settled as she finished with Ryan’s diaper. “You had a few accidents today, but if you can go the rest of the day and night without wetting your trainers, you can stay in them.”
    “Yes!” Harrison exclaimed, running off to get changed. Ryan was left alone, his friend’s mom currently dressing him in his tank top.
    “Don’t I get to wear underwear again?” Ryan remembered, hoping not to present himself to the others while still in diapers.
    “Not once you’ve already been changed,” he was told, being stood up without being dressed in any cover. “But if you can stay dry overnight, I’ll allow you briefs, but only during the daytime, and only around camp.”
    The deal sounded fair, but despite not being a bedwetter, Ryan couldn’t deny that for the past three times he’d fallen asleep, he’d had an accident. He wasn’t sure he could keep up his end of the bargain.
    He could only sulk as he was walked back to camp, wearing nothing but his tank top and diaper. No one seemed surprised, having seen him in nothing else since they’d arrived.
    “Hey Ryan.” Harrison was already changed, and he looked years older without his diaper on. “Sorry you weren’t allowed to wear your shorts.” He sounded regretful, and surely he had his share of bitter memories in the same position.
    “I’m more sorry he’s still in diapers,” Ben joined in. “What, something happen to your underwear?”
    That sounded like a good idea. “Uh, yeah,” Ryan started, figuring moves like this always worked for Harrison, “It turns out... my mom took them out to make more room for diapers. Now I have more than I need, and nothing else to wear.” Philip and Ben looked at him not quite understandingly, but they appeared to be making an effort. Now Ryan had an excuse for his stay in diapers.
    Stay in them he would. When evening came Ryan was once again set to bed early, changed within the orange tent beside Tyler and Cameron, and secured in his sleeper. With their nightly warm milk, they were all asleep before any real conversation could be had, and soon, all three would be wet.

    Cameron was being dressed in his training pants when Ryan was awake, and Tyler was nowhere to be seen. Though it was hard to tell, he suspected that his diaper was wet. He wouldn’t know for sure until Mrs. Feldman checked.
    Ryan’s change came, and to his dismay he wouldn’t be wearing briefs. His next diaper was fastened on and he was again released without any covers, this time even devoid of his tank top.
    Even next to four-year-old Cameron, Ryan felt like a baby. He was the only one restricted to diapers at all times during the day, and the only one required to fully expose them around others. He could talk with his friends, but it was clear that except to Harrison, he was an outsider.
    Unable to speak on an even level with any of the kids, even the younger boys, Ryan sought refuge with the adults. Even if they couldn’t be his friends, at least someone might offer him comfort.
    “Hey buddy. How you feeling?” Mr. Feldman welcomed the boy, as he approached him by the lake. “No one’s giving you any trouble, are they?”
    “No...” Ryan whined, “But no one really wants to hang out with me.” He couldn’t help that he wanted to cry, and soon he was being pulled onto Mr. Feldman’s lap, held in a hug.
    “There, there. It’s not so bad, plenty of kids need to wear diapers.” He looked Ryan in the eye, “You know, Harrison wore diapers every night too, up until a couple months ago. He still needs them occasionally. Right now, you’re just going through one of those occasions.”
    The thought didn’t help Ryan feel better, but the hug did. He stayed on Mr. Feldman’s lap, hearing him speak, until an hour had passed and the man had to stand, complaining that his legs were falling asleep.
    Ryan stayed alone by the lake until Mrs. Feldman brought him his sippy cup, confirming that he’d end up needing another nap, and so soon after waking. Ryan felt drowsy only minutes after his milk was finished, and before he could even yawn, Mrs. Feldman was carrying him back to the orange tent and setting him to sleep.

    Ryan had to remind himself that he wouldn’t be in diapers forever. He prodded at his surely wet padding as he lay on the absorbent mat, wanting to be changed, but not wanting to leave the tent. The choice was taken away from him as Mrs. Feldman came to check in.
    “Oh, you’re up! Come on, we just made hot dogs.”
    Ryan was lifted out of the tent, wary of what the others would think as they saw him being carried. He remained in Mrs. Feldman’s arms as she sat by the fire, keeping the boy in her lap.
    He sat with his arms held within Mrs. Feldman’s embrace, and accepted the hot dog as it drifted to his mouth. He knew the others were judging, even Cameron was feeding himself, but already in a wet diaper, and looking to be taking a nap every day they’d be camping, there wasn’t much that could make him look any worse.
    Once done with his food, Ryan was carried away again, to be changed into a new diaper.
    He drank from the sippy cup as he was cleaned off. “Can I wear those pajamas?” he asked, figuring that might be the one way he could cover himself up. “I’m cold.”
    Mrs. Feldman started on the cream. “That sounds like a good idea. They’ll work as a wearable changing mat as well.” That’s not what Ryan wanted, but it was still good news. Anything to cover up his diaper.
    When he was changed and finished with his milk, Ryan was told to sit by the fire and warm up, and waited as Mrs. Feldman fetched Harrison’s sleeper. When she had it, Ryan had to allow her to dress him, but at least he was finally covered.
    “Please sleep over at my house, and please bring those pajamas,” Ben joked. “You are so cute in those, it’s criminal.”
    Ryan returned a blush and a smile. Cute was better than embarrassing. He was gestured to sit with his friends, and was pointed to a spot on the floor in front of Ben, where he could pet Ryan’s hair.
    Ryan sat in place, not speaking much, but comforted by the presence of his friends. Ben’s hand ran through his hair, ruffling it on occasion, further making Ryan feel cared for.
    “Someone’s got a crush,” Philip teased, watching Ben stroke their friend’s hair.
    “Gross, no!” Ben laughed. “He’s like a little kid though, right? It’s cute!” He watched as Mrs. Feldman began heating milk in a saucepan. “I mean, look at how fast he drinks out of his sippy cup.”
    Drinks were poured for Tyler, Cameron, and Ryan, and the boys noted the name on his cup.
    “Harrison, you drink out of that?” Philip asked with surprise. “I thought these were just for toddlers?”
    “It is, Mom must’ve kept mine from when I was little.”
    Ryan drank despite the comments about his cup, and the boys watched as he did. “Yeah, you’re right,” Philip said to Ben. “It’s gonna be hard to unsee you as a little kid now, Ryan.”
    It was the first time he’d been directly addressed for some time, and it only made him wish they’d go back to discussing how cute he was instead. He didn’t give any response.
    “Maybe I’ll get a sippy cup just for when Ryan comes over,” Ben said. “He’ll need to wear this more often.” He bent over and pat Ryan on his stomach, and started tickling the boy.
    “Ah, stop!” Ryan laughed as Ben’s fingers ran against the fleece covering his stomach, but was worried about further appearing as a little kid. Those worries did nothing to halt Ben.
    “Are you ticklish there? And here?”
    Ryan squirmed around on the ground as Ben tickled at his ribs and armpits. “Yes, wait, help!” He cried through his laughter, finding enjoyment through the humiliation. Yes, he was being treated as one might treat a toddler, but at least he wasn’t being left out.
    “You’ll make him wet himself!” Philip laughed. “Don’t torture the poor kid.”
    Ben kept at it until eventually, the sound of hissing filled the air. Ryan whimpered as the boys went silent.
    “Hey, it’s fine,” Ben told him, “Anyone would’ve wet themself after that, at least you had a diaper on.” He pulled the boy up and held his arm around Ryan’s shoulders. “Should I get Harrison’s mom?”
    Ryan nodded, looking down. Ben jogged off, and was back with Mrs. Feldman a moment later.
    “Had another accident?” she asked, pressing her palm over the back of Ryan’s padding, then squeezing at the front. “Come on then, let’s get you in another diaper.”
    Ryan yawned as he followed along. He was on his second serving of warm milk since his last nap, and though his early bedtime was still hours away, he was feeling tuckered out.
    He was made to lay in front of the blue tent, in which Mrs. Feldman stored the changing supplies. This left him in clear view of his friends, who noticed his nearby placement.
    Mrs. Feldman unzipped Ryan’s sleeper, removing the diaper from within. The next one was placed in before she began wiping him off, and Ryan could see the others watching as he was being covered in cream, and powder was then rubbed in. He was relieved to have the diaper finally closed, and Mrs. Feldman sealed him back into his pajamas when she was done.
    “Now finish your milk,” she instructed, walking Ryan back to his place at Ben’s feet. “Make sure he drinks it all, okay?”
    Ben agreed, and handed Ryan back his sippy cup, dropped as their tickle fight had commenced. Ryan started on it immediately, laying his head back into his friend’s lap, allowing his hair to be stroked as he finished the last droplet, and found himself falling back into a deep sleep.

    Ryan awoke in his tent, where Tyler and Cameron were already asleep. His sippy cup had been refilled, left to the side for when he’d wake. Thirsty, and with no reason to stay up, he made his way through the next drink, and once again fell asleep.

    The tent was unzipped when Ryan came to, and his diaper had clearly already been changed. He crawled out, and was surprised to see Philip was crying. Mrs. Feldman stood by him offering comfort.
    “What happened?” Ryan asked meekly, and no one responded. He looked around, and saw that Mr. Feldman was packing up the tents. Almost everything was ready to go.
    Harrison, on his way back from the cars, was the first to notice Ryan was up. “Hey, we’ve gotta go home early. Philip and Tyler threw up, and Ben says he’s not feeling well either.” He reached into the orange tent to fold up the absorbent protector. “Dad thinks it’s the hot dogs. Are you feeling alright?”
    Ryan couldn’t feel any symptoms. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    “Good. You were sleeping loads yesterday, but I always do too when Mom gives me warm milk.” Harrison finished bundling up the mat. “Does it make you have to use the bathroom way more too?” He looked around to make sure no one was listening, “I usually have to drink it on long rides, after Mom gets me in a diaper, and even though I don’t wet at home, I still need to be changed whenever I wake up in the car.”
    Ryan nodded back, happy to be trusted. “At least now I’ll be able to wear my underwear again.” He paused a bit. “After the ride.”
    The group finished packing, and Ryan’s friends gathered together in Mr. Feldman’s car. Ryan would have to ride in Harrison’s car-seat again, but didn’t mind. He sat calmly as Mrs. Feldman buckled him in, glad to still be covered by his friend’s footed pajamas.
    Tyler and Cameron wore no such covers, dressed only in their shirts and diapers. They didn’t care though—but maybe they were too young to feel embarrassed.
    “Cameron, Ryan, neither of your tummies are giving you any trouble, are they?” Mrs. Feldman asked as they were on the road. Both boys expressed that they were fine, to her relief. “I warmed everyone some milk for later, just tell me when you’re thirsty.”
    Ryan chose to stay awake, and kept quiet. Tyler was in no mood for conversation, so despite their seven-year age difference, Ryan spent his time talking to Cameron.
    Cameron told Ryan tall tales of his achievements in online games, recounting feats that even the most accomplished players would find impressive. At some points Ryan was sure he knew which YouTubers and streamers Cameron had taken certain stories from, but he played along, feigning awe at each account.
    As they returned to their hometown, milk was again brought up. “Okay, everyone hold out your hands.” As they were pulled over, all three boys were handed their sippy cups, and began drinking obediently. Ryan was proud of himself for keeping dry this long, but understood it was unreasonable to expect that to last.
    By the time they reached Harrison’s home, all three boys were wet, and growing sleepy. Mrs. Feldman took Tyler and Ryan’s hands, Cameron following along, as they were led from the car and into the house. Ryan had fully forgotten how afraid he was to be seen, and though it was mid-afternoon and cars still passed by, he made no attempt to hide.
    Mr. Feldman caught up as Ryan and Cameron were at the table, still in their wet diapers and eating after the long ride. “We’re back,” he declared, Harrison coming in behind him. “Ben and Philip are safely dropped off, and getting some bed rest. Tyler doing alright?”
    “He'll be fine, I tucked him in a few minutes ago. These two need to be changed before I can bring Ryan home.” Mrs. Feldman picked Cameron up. “Harrison, Ryan, come along, let’s get ready.”
    Two changing mats were shortly prepared, though to Ryan’s surprise, it was the other two boys that were called to lay on them.
    “Mom, I only needed one diaper the whole trip. Do I have to?” Harrison begged. His mother knelt down to comfort him.
    “Don’t worry, this isn’t about your accidents. It’s just been a while since any of you had a bowel movement, so I’d like to make sure you’re cleaned out.”
    Harrison grumbled, clearly unable to refuse. “What about Ryan?”
    “Ryan’s jammies can be his changing mat, come on, you too, lay down.”
    Ryan didn’t protest as he took his position beside Harrison, and once his friend was stripped of his training pants, his sleeper was opened up as well, for the quick removal of his diaper.
    Mrs. Feldman first set up new diapers, then rubbing in cream and powder against the boys’ groins before preparing their enemas, as before. Ryan and Harrison both squirmed as she made her return, and winced as they each received their nozzle. Harrison was crying now, using his arm to hide his face from Ryan, and Ryan himself had to make an effort to hold back. It was more than just pain, he felt violated, as the enema stirred around in his innards.
    Both boys let out a noise as their nozzles were finally removed, Cameron staying silent, and were grateful to be covered up by the hug of their diapers. Ryan was still permitted further coverage as his sleeper was zipped back up, a fact that seemed to bother Harrison, as he’d been denied even the privilege of wearing a shirt.
    The two older boys were sent to Harrison’s bedroom, where they soon were brought two cups of warm milk. Ryan drank from Tyler’s cup, Harrison granted his own, and both understood to finish in a timely manner.
    “We’re gonna have to take another nap together,” Harrison stated, “That’s why we were given milk.”
    Ryan sat on his friend’s bed, noting what sounded like a plastic sheet. “How often do you get these enemas?” He was still sore, and cramped at the stomach. He began to lie down, already set to drift off.
    “Not often. I dunno, sometimes they’re a couple weeks apart, sometimes a few days. They’re usually the only days I have to wear diapers.”
    Ryan couldn’t imagine having this treatment be so frequent. “But you were like me before, right? I mean, you weren’t allowed underwear and stuff?”
    “No, I had underwear,” Harrison said, embarrassed. “My parents got rid of them when we agreed I could wear training pants instead of diapers though.” He opened his dresser and pulled out a pair, thick and white. “No more briefs, and no more diapers—well, mostly.”
    He yawned and joined Ryan in his bed, snuggling up, the two crinkling as they rustled the plastic sheet. “You can have the pajamas if you want,” he said, again yawning as he spoke, “You look better in them than I do.”
    Ryan would’ve thanked Harrison, had he not fallen asleep the very next second. He felt like it was only a moment before he woke up, fastened into Harrison’s car-seat, still wearing the sleeper. He could tell he’d been changed since the enema was released, but he was still wet. Almost as notable, he could see that the sun was low in the sky, on its way down. He hadn’t been awake late enough to see a sunset for days.
    “You up?” Mrs. Feldman asked. Ryan let out a mumble to confirm. “You’re nearly home. It’s way past your bedtime, so I figured I’d warm you some more milk.” She reached back, passing Harrison’s sippy cup, “Just finish it before I drop you off.”
    Ryan did as told, knowing his rules would change once he got home. Just one last induced sleep, and his life could return to normal.
    He was feeling tired as they arrived in his driveway, and Mrs. Feldman eased the journey to the door by carrying the boy. She stopped first by the trunk, recovering his luggage, as well as an unopened pack of Harrison and Ryan’s diapers.
    “Wait, I don’t need those,” Ryan complained quietly, too tired to let out a proper protest. “I’m not a bedwetter.” Mrs. Feldman didn’t pause, and brought the load to his front door, ringing at the doorbell.
    Ryan was drifting off as his parents answered, unable to lift his head off Mrs. Feldman’s shoulder. He felt his dad’s hands take hold of him, as mention was made of his various accidents. He heard his mom say thank you, and the movement of his dad carrying him up the stairs.
    Ryan grew momentarily conscious as his dad unzipped his sleeper. “Dad, I...” he couldn’t lift his head, but he knew he needed to say something. He could feel that the old diaper was off now, and he could hear the new pack being opened. “I’m not a bedwetter...” He heard his mom come in, and discuss matters with his father.
    “She says he can have most of Harrison’s, apparently he doesn’t need as many anymore.” She looked at Ryan, barely managing to keep his eyes open. “He had warm milk for his naps, I’ll go out tomorrow and buy him something it won’t be able to spill out of.”
    Ryan’s dad was filling the boy’s underwear drawer with diapers. “Make sure to get plastic sheets too.”
    Ryan wanted to tell them to stop, that he didn’t need diapers, but all he could muster was a cry, and quietly reiterating, “I’m not a bedwetter.”
    His dad returned with a fresh slip. “It’s okay if you’re having accidents, there’s nothing wrong with a boy your age needing to wear protection.” With no powder or additional supplies on hand, the new diaper was soon securely fastened. “You’ll be able to have your briefs soon, just get dry again and we’ll put them right back in your drawer.”
    Ryan only cried in response. He couldn’t fight any longer. How did Harrison ever manage? As his dad zipped his pajamas back up, the boy soon drifted off once again.