The large window was streaked with rain from an early morning heavy rain shower, and 
according to the weather forecast being reported over the radio in the kitchen downstairs, there 
was supposed to be more on the way.
	9 year old Kyle Andrews was laying fast asleep in bed in his teddy-bear one-piece 
pyjamas. The cool air in his room carried a light scent mixture of baby powder, air freshener, 
and wet and messy diapers. He was laying on his stomach, his right thumb between slightly
parted lips, and his CareBear Cousin in the crook of his left arm.
	Janice had gotten out the breakfast things and came back up to wake her son. This 
morning she was dressed for work in a dark grey suit jacket and matching short skirt that
covered her knees. She was still wearing slippers on her feet.
	His mother sighed as she got down on one knee and gently rubbed her son's shoulder in
an attempt to wake him, "Come on, Mr. Sleepy, time to get up for school,"
	He replied with a sleepy groan as he rolled onto his back, accompanied by a wet and
messy squish from a night's worth of bladder and bowel output contained in his diaper.  He
quickly became aware of the state of his Pampers 7 Cruiser diaper, just before one of it's tapes
could be heard popping open under the Pyjamas, "Oh, sugar!"
	She gently stopped her son rolling over more, "Hold on, Kyle, your diaper's just come undone,"
	He frowned, and nodded, sighing with exasperation as he continued to wake up, 
"Again?"
	She nodded and slowly rolled her son onto his back the rest of the way, sweeping off 
his sheets in the process, "Good thing you're going to the doctor today, we're gonna see if we
can get you larger diapers than these baby ones,"
	He smiled up hopefully at his mother, as he came fully awake, "GoodNites?"
	She sighed, then shook her head, "Probably not, unless you want to take your pants off
every time you change. Now, bum up,"
	He looked away, silently thinking as he raised his bottom, then looked back to his
mother and shook his head, "Not really,"
	She nodded, sliding the change pad under him, "I didn't think so. Now, bum down,"
	He looked confused, lowering his bottom onto the changing pad, "But there aren't any
bigger Pampers, Mom,"
	She nodded, getting supplies laid out on his bed beside him, "I know, but you won't be
wearing Pampers, or Huggies, you're getting too big for either one,"
	He shook his head, "What then?"
	His mother replied to his question as she unsnapped the crotch and leg snaps on her
son's Pyjamas, "I showed you those diapers on the computer, remember?"
	"Uh-huh," he nodded slowly, thinking for a moment, "They weren't called diapers,
Mom,"	She nodded unfastening the remaining tape on her son's diaper and starting to clean him
up, "Disposable briefs, but they sure looked like diapers, eh?"
	He nodded, raising his bottom, "Yeah, but for big kids,"
	She nodded, sliding the diaper out from under his bottom, "You're certainly a big kid,
aren't you?"
	He giggled, what sort of foolish question was that?, "Uh-huh,"
	"Well, then, you need diapers for a big kid. You still need something to keep your pants
clean and dry, don't you?" she  slipped the fresh diaper under his bottom.
	He lowered his bottom back down and parted his legs again, frowning, "Yeah, I do. But
I do know when I've had an accident,"
	"That," his mother said, powdering his diaper and middle, "Isn't always a lot of help,"
thinking to herself, and it's also rare when you tell anyone.
	He squirmed nervously on the fresh diaper, "But it's something, right?"
	She  nodded, staying outwardly positive for her son as she rubbed the baby powder
into his skin to keep it fresh, "I suppose it is, but stay still, please,"
	He stopped squirming and his mother was able to bring the front of the diaper up
between his legs and snugly tape it closed.
	She stood up, "Well, that's done. What do you want to wear? I think a pair of sweat
pants would be best for bottoms today, but what top?"
	He stood up by his bed, and started getting his pyjamas off, "Why sweats, Mom?"
	"The doctor will probably want your pants off to look at how your diapers are fitting
you," she  explained.
	He nodded, understanding his mother's suggestion, as he got his feet out of his Pyjamas,
now undressed except for the fresh diaper, "Spiderman T-shirt?" he suggested.
	She nodded, "With an undershirt, sounds like a good idea,"
	He grinned and cheered.
	She nodded, getting out a pair of grey sweatpants with a white stripe down the outside
of each leg, "Put these on, Kyle,"
	He nodded, and took the sweat pants from his mother and he sat back on the edge of
the bed to start getting his feet into them.
	"Good boy. Oh, I rescued your bike from the driveway last night, and put it in the
garage," she  said.
	"Why, Mom?" He asked, getting his feet through the legs, while the elastic waist was
just below his knees.
	She  frowned, and titled her head to one side toward the window, "Look out the
window. I even cleaned off the bike seat, while I was at it,"
	He nodded as he stood up and looked out the window, he blushed slightly,
remembering yesterdays accident, "Oh...,"
	She  nodded, "Yup, and there's more to come out there, so their saying on the radio,"
	He pulled up his sweat pants over his diaper, leaving the diaper's elasticized waistband
poking up over the top in places.
	Janice smiled, "Looks like your off to a good start, I'll get the cereal and milk out for
you. What juice do you want?"
	He nodded, "Cranberry-Grape?"
	She nodded, "Sounds good, see you downstairs?"
	He nodded, "Uh-huh,"
	She left her son's room, leaving the door ajar.
	He quickly finished dressing, then turned off the light and left the room.
	She was busy putting out things for his breakfast when he came down, the smell of
freshly brewed mocha espresso filled the kitchen, She had pulled out the chair at his place at the
breakfast table, "Sit down and eat up,"
	He sat down at his place and poured himself some cereal, then added milk and started eating.
	She toasted some bread in the toaster oven on the counter to his right, "Kyle, I think
you should probably have your rain suit with you today,"
	He looked out the kitchen window and nodded, "I guess. Is it really going to rain
more?" 
	"That's the forecast for today," she  nodded, getting out her toast.
	He shrugged, having almost finished his cereal, he then guzzled down his juice, ending
with an explosive sigh, "Ah! That was good!" While he quickly drank his juice, he also
completely emptied his almost full bladder into his until-then-unused diaper, remaining unaware
of his accident.
	She smiled, putting marmalade on her toast, "That's good, but don't drink so quickly,"
	"Why?-", he said, interrupted by a burp.
	She frowned at her son, just before taking a bite of her toast, "That's why, young man,"
	He blushed, looking apologetically to his mother, "Sorry,"
	She nodded, shortly finishing her toast and coffee, and setting the mug down on the
kitchen counter beside the toaster oven. She gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, "OK, just
remember for next time?"
	"I'll try," He said, nodding as he stood up.
	"OK, then. Now, go brush your teeth, while I get your rain-suit out," she  said, heading
for the kitchen door to the hallway.
	He followed his mother out of the kitchen and headed back upstairs.
	Just then, the rain could be heard heavily falling outside again, accompanied by loud
claps and rumbles of thunder.
	She sighed at the return of the weather, as she went toward the front door and opened
the coat closet. She puled out his hooded yellow rain jacket, matching bib-style rain pants and
his bright red rubber rain boots. She then got out her navy blue rain poncho with reflective
yellow stripes, and black rubber boots.
	He came out of the bathroom and stuck his head over the side of he upstairs railing,
"All, done, Mom,"
	She looked up at her son "OK, did you pack your bag for school?"
	He nodded, "Yeah. I put my homework in there yesterday,"
	"Supplies?" she  asked, without having to mention what she meant by that.
	He whined, "I've still got a Cruiser from yesterday.-My powder and baby wipes too!"
	She nodded, "You know your take two diapers with you to school, Kyle, so add
another. I've still got to get my shoes out, so I'll come up and check to make sure everything is
OK,"
	He sighed, "Alright,"
	She smiled, and headed for the stairs.
	He disappeared back into his room.
	She laid the rain-gear out on the bottom step, then stepped around it and headed up to
join her son.
	He was busy getting a diaper from the cardboard box in his bedroom closet.
	She stuck her head into her son's room, "That's a good boy,"
	He nodded, stuffing the folded diaper into his bag against the one already in there. He
zipped the bag closed, and hefting it on his shoulder he head for the door to his room, "Ready
to go,"	She nodded, and headed to her bedroom across the hall, "Head down while I get my
shoes, Kyle,"
	He nodded and scampered down stairs. He sat down on the bottom step with a damp
crinkle from under his sweatpants and took his sneakers off, then started getting his rain pants
on over his socked feet.
	She came down wearing her black pumps, "You getting ready?"
	He looked up over his shoulder as he got his feet through the legs of the rain-pants, and
nodded, "Uh-huh,"
	She smiled, sitting down beside her son, and taking her shoes off, "That's good,"
	He stood up and pulled up the rain pants, clipping the shoulder straps to the bib-front.
	She got her rain boots on, and got her poncho on, "Good job, Kyle,"
	He nodded, getting his rain boots on, and putting his sneakers in his school bag.
	"While I get myself a plastic bag for my shoes, get your jacket on, and get you lunch
from the fridge. I put your lunch together last night, and put things there for the night,"
	"What's in it?" he nodded, getting his coat from the steps, putting it on as he walked
toward the kitchen, behind his mother.
	"Peanut butter and cheese sandwich on brown bread, a banana and some celery," she
went into the kitchen and got out a plastic bag, and put her shoes in it, then came out.
	He opened the fridge and pulled out the plasticized canvas bag from the fridge and put it
in his school bag with a sigh, "OK,"
	She smiled, "Celery is good for you,"
	He frowned at his mother, sounding as exasperated as he felt. He did not like vegetables
and she knew it. How could she do this to him?, "OK, I'll eat it,"
	She smiled, pulling up the hood on her poncho, "You ready to head out?"
	He nodded, pulling up the hood on his jacket, "Uh-huh,"
	She got her door key out, then opened the front door, the rain still pouring down
outside.	"Ready to get wet!?" he cheered.
	She raised an eyebrow, "You sure you're not already?"
	He frowned up at his mother, guessing what she meant, and put his hands on his he
 "Mom!?"
	She shrugged, "That's why you wear a diaper,"
	"I know!" he sighed, and shook his head, as he blushed red. He wondered why his
mother always found it easy to embarrass him, even in private.
	She put an arm around his shoulder, "Just teasing. Let's get you to school,"
	He frowned up at his mother, "Oh, OK,"
	She pulled the door open, "Out you go,"
	He nodded and headed outside on to the porch, "It sure is wet out here!" he jumped as
there was another clap of thunder, and the sky flashed.
	"You OK?" she  asked, as she locked the door, and held out her hand.
	He nodded, anxiously, "Let's go!" he really didn't like thunderstorms.
	She nodded, waving her hand at him, "Well, take my hand, and we'll head off, then,"
	He quickly took Janice's hand, and the stepped out from under the porch overhang and
down the front steps into the pouring rain.
	She soon joined him at the top of the front walk, "Let's go,"
	He looked up at his mother from under his hood, the water dripping off the bill on the
hood,  pouring down his back and streaming from the bottom of his jacket, "It's almost like
being in the shower, but it's cold!"
	She nodded, slowly walking down the front walk, "But your rain coat will keep you
dry...,"
	"Uh-huh!" he scampered to keep up with his mother who had kept walking, his rain
boots splashing through puddles down the front walk in the process. He noticed that his rain
coat did seem to keep him dry, if not warm. He nodded, occasionally leaping into puddles
seemingly for the fun of it, and singing, "It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring. He
bumped his head on the end of the bed and he won't be getting up in the morning!"
	"Hey!" she  exclaimed, "Don't splash me!"
	He giggled, "Sorry,"
	She groaned as they reached the sidewalk, "Oh come on, aren't you a little old?"
	He shrugged.
	"Let's get you to school, Mr. Bouncy,"
	He laughed, and started walking down the side walk
	She smiled, following her son down the sidewalk.
	He scampered along beside his mother, stopping at the corner.
	She looked both ways very carefully, before she stepped off the curb, "All clear,"
	He nodded, skipping off the curb and started across the street.
	She kept looking both ways as they crossed the street.
	He waited while she  looked both ways to across the other street.
	She stepped off that curb and he followed her across the street.
	He skipped down the sidewalk, his school in sight.
	She smiled, "I hope things go well for you with your geography project,"
	He nodded, "Yeah, it was fun looking up stuff about Paraguay,"
	She smiled, "At least you didn't use the computer much for it,"
	He shook his head, "Not too much,"
	She sighed, "You were supposed to do your own research, Kyle,"
	He nodded, protesting softly, "And I did! We're learning how to use the computer to
find things out,"
	She nodded, as they arrived at the school yard gate, "OK, then. Well, have a good
day,"
	He sighed, and headed through the gate, then turned around, "Mom, when are we going
to the doctor?"
	"I'm taking you there right after school," she  said, "Now have a good day, and don't
worry about anything,"
	He nodded, turning back from the gate and headed further into the school yard. There
were other children around but they were all heading into the school building, out of the rain. He
ran after them, and like some of the other children, he went splashing through the puddles with
delighted abandon. Some aspects of wet weather were fun!
	She smiled almost in spite of herself as she watched her son head into school.
	He grinned, pulling back the hood on his rain coat. He scampered down the hallway, his
rain boots squelching on the linoleum as he headed toward his class. 
	Part way there he was stopped by his old second-grade teacher in the hall, frowning at
him and glancing from his face to his feet and back, "Mr. Andrews, where do you think your
going with your rain boots sounding like that?" 
	He frowned up at her, "Class? Sorry, Mrs. Jacobi,"
	She nodded, "You do have shoes, don't you?"
	He nodded.
	"I suggest you put them on before you track water all over the school," she said, mildly
cross.
	He nodded again in understanding as he got his back pack off, and sat on floor, up
against a wall, "Yeah, sure, I'll change into my shoes,"
	She nodded, "That's better. When you get water on the floor someone could slip and
hurt themselves,"
	He glance up at her, as he undid the Velcro tabs on his boots and pulled each of them
off in turn.
	She smiled, "That's much better,"
	He nodded, as he unzipped his school bag and fished out his sneakers.
	"Now, don't be late for class, Kyle," she said, turning from him while he finished
changing his footwear.
	He nodded, while he got his sneakers on, and tied them.
	She nodded, "That's much better. Run along now,"
	He nodded, and headed for class.
	Mrs. Gail Hawthorn, his Grade Four teacher, is 39 years old, with her dark brown hair
in a page-boy haircut over green eyes, and she wore a blue-black-grey checkered blouse and a
dark green wool skirt, and black high-heeled pumps. She was standing outside the class room,
"Oh, there you are! Caleb told me he saw your mom bring you to school, and you were coming
in,"
	He nodded, knowing Caleb Fredricks, while he caught his breath after running to 
class, "Uh-huh, I'm here,"
	"Come in, the National Anthem's about to start," she said, retreating into the class, and
letting him pass her on his way to his desk.
	He stopped by the coat hooks by the door and got his rain coat off, then got out of his
rain pants.
	"Come to your seat! Quickly!" she said softly.
	He scampered over to his seat as the school bell rang, and the National Anthem started,
the rest of the class stood up and sang along with him.
	Once the national anthem was over, she sat down, and got out the math textbook, "OK,
time to get your math books out, class," 
	The children sat down at their desks, and got out their math text books and their paper-cover "Math" exercise books, and the teacher started the first lesson of the day.
	Urine had dribbled out of his bladder since he sat down. His diaper had no trouble
keeping up with that, leaving him comfortably oblivious to his what his body did on its own, and
the fact he would soon need a change.
	He silently farted from his relaxed bum-hole as he continued doing the assigned
questions, his colon not quite full enough to expel it's solid contents, but almost. He would soon
need to poop.
	Mrs. Hawthorn looked over the class, "Can anyone tell the rest of the class what twenty 
multiplied by four is?"
	He nodded, raising his hand excitedly, almost hoping up and down in his seat, "I can! I
can!"
	The teacher acknowledged his excited reaction with a nod, "Yes, Kyle?"
	He sat down, just as his bowels let go, "It's 80!" Kyle could feel his bowel movement
filling his diaper with a soft sticky mess. Kyle felt the mess as it was quickly squashed flat and
spread through most of his diaper by his bottom resting on the seat.
	The teacher nodded, "Very good answer Kyle!"
	Kyle smiled.
	Jackie Gibson, sitting next to him, sniffed and wrinkled her nose, "You OK, Kyle?"
	He nodded, and sighed as he tried not to blush. He could easily guess exactly why
Jackie was asking him that, but he hated acknowledging it, "Yeah,"
	She shook her head, "You sure?"
	He nodded, "Yes, I'm fine!"
	She nodded slowly, "OK,"
	He squirmed uncomfortably, but hating to make himself stick out because of his
accidents. He raised his hand again, "Mrs. Hawthorn?"
	Mrs. Hawthorn looked up, "Yes, Kyle? Do you need something?"
	He blushed, "I need to be excused, please,"
	Mrs. Hawthorn stood up, and came over, and nodded, "OK, You may go, Kyle," Her
nose told her why, but she gave no sign of noticing anything.
	He stood up, grabbing his backpack by its carrying handle and quickly left the room as
he slung it over one shoulder.
	"No running in the halls, Kyle!" she exclaimed at his retreating back.
	He sighed, just wanting to get things cleaned up. 
	He had slowed down as instructed, yet soon he arrived outside the school nurse's office
and he knocked on the door.
	Mrs. Angela Pauli, the school nurse, called through the door, "Come in!"
	He opened the door, "Hi, Mrs. Pauli, I'm here to be changed,"
	Mrs. Pauli sniffed, and nodded, "I thought that might be why you're here,"
	He nodded, coming through the door, just before the nurse closed it behind him.
	"Well, come over to the cot and get your pants down,"
	He scampered over to the cot, she followed him over and closed the curtain around the
cot.
	The nurses nodded, "Drop your drawers, Kyle,"
	He pushed down his sweatpants, revealing his snug slightly sagging diaper underneath it,
while the nurse got out the changing pad from the cupboard.
	The nurse nodded, "Lay down for me, Kyle,"
	He nodded and sat down on the changing pad, his diaper making a soaked and messy
squish, while he sat there with his legs over the edge. He then turned while lifting his legs and laid
down.
	The nurse nodded while she got out the other changing supplies, "That's better,"
	He blushed a little, being changed by someone who wasn't close family could still feel
embarrassing, even though there had never been a time in his life where that hadn't often been
necessary.
	The tapes popped open at the slightest touch, "Oh, these diapers are getting small on
you, young man, "
	He nodded, "Mom's taking me to the doctor after school to see if we can get me larger
diapers than these,"
	The nurse nodded, as she opened the diaper and started cleaning him up, "That sounds
like a good idea. You don't want things coming undone under your pants in gym class, now do
you? Now, bum up"
	He shook his head, "No way!" He raised his bottom as instructed, while the nurse took
the used diaper out from under him, and unfolded a fresh diaper and slid it under him 
	The nurse nodded, "I didn't think so. Bum down, Kyle,"
	He lowered his bottom onto the fresh diaper and parted his legs.
	Mrs. Pauli lightly powdered his middle and the crotch of his diaper, then rubbed it into
his skin, "There we go...," she pulled the front of the diaper up between his legs and taped it
closed.
	He sat up and stood up beside the cot, smiling happily, "All cleaned up!"
	The nurse nodded, "That's right. Now get your pants up and head out for recess,"
	He smiled, getting his sweatpants up over his diaper, then headed out while the nurse
cleaned up.
	One of his friends was waiting for him when he left the nurses office. Jake Callum was
wearing jeans, a sweatshirt and red and white running shoes. He had tan hair that was parted
down the middle. He also was fairly muscular, "Hey, Kyle!"
	He smiled, seeing his friend, "Aren't you supposed to be outside?"
	Jake shrugged, "Well, with all the rain they're saying we have to go to the gym,"
	He sighed, "Aww, man! Mom made me wear my rain-pants today, so I don't mind
going out to the school yard,"
	Jake nodded, "I saw that. I'll say it was a good idea. The bottom of my jeans got wet
coming to school today,"
	He smiled weakly, "Well, want to go shoot some hoops with me?"
	Jake nodded, "Sounds like a plan to me. And no dribbling jokes?"
	He groaned quietly, "Oh, no! 'course not!"
	Jake laughed, as he ran off, Kyle close behind.
	He ran after Jake, "You're a dead man!"
	Jake hooted and hollered with excited joy, running through the halls.
	He ran after his friend, good naturedly threatening to make him pay for his joke.
	Jake giggled as he ducked into the gym.
	He sighed with exasperation, scampering into the gym after Jake.
	Jake grabbed a basket ball off the cart in the corner of the gym, "You ready, Kyle?"
	He nodded, coming around behind Jake, with his hands down to grab the ball while it
was being dribbled on the floor, "Comin' at ya!"
	Jake shot the ball up toward the hoop, and it bounced off the rim, Kyle caught it on the
way down.
	"My turn!" Kyle dribbled the ball and leapt into the air, tossing the ball up toward the
hoop, the ball bounced of the opposite side of the hoop, "Argh!"
	Jake squealed as the ball came down at him, but he caught it as it bounced on the floor
at his feet, "Nice try, though!"
	Kyle grinned, and held his hands up, "You try now!"
	Jake nodded, and leapt into the air and tossed the ball through the hoop, "I got it!
Woohoo!"
	Kyle clapped, then grabbed the ball as it came through the hoop, "My turn to try
again!" he stepped back from the hoop and jumped up throwing the ball up in the air, and
through the hoop, "Got it!"
	Jake clapped, "That's really good, Kyle!"
	The school bell rang over the PA system.
	Kyle jumped at the sound, suddenly grimacing, "That's OK outside, but in here!?"
	Jake shrugged, and picked up the basket ball, and carried it back to the storage rack,
"Time to go back to class. But you did really good getting the ball in through the hoop,"
	Kyle smiled, "Thanks, Jake. You going out trick or treating this year?"
	Jake nodded, "I was thinking I'd go as Batman,"
	Kyle grinned, "Oh, that sounds so cool! Want a Robin?"
	Jake nodded, "Sure!"
	 Kyle smiled and put an arm around Jake's shoulder, "Sure thing! I think I've got stuff
for a Robin costume,"
	Jake grinned, scampering on ahead of Kyle, as they headed back to class.
	Kyle followed Jake back to class and they each to their places.
	Mrs. Hawthorn was waiting for them just outside the classroom, frowning, "Don't be so
tardy, boys. Get into class, we need to start the next lesson,"
	Kyle nodded, and Jake blushed, "Sorry," Jake said.
	She nodded, as the boys passed her as they entered the classroom and returned to their
seats.
	Jackie smiled warmly at Kyle, "You feeling better?"
	Kyle blushed, how could she remember this stuff?
	She shrugged, "It's OK, if you don't want to talk about it,"
	He relaxed visibly.
	Mrs. Hawthorn was standing at the front of the class, "Now, class, get out your copies
of Runaway Ralph, please,"
	He  retrieved the paperback book from the shelf under his desk-top, and got the book
opened where her had folded down one corner of a page.
	She asked each child in the class to read a page of the story, randomly choosing each
child in the class.
	He squirmed from pressure in his middle as he followed the reading, then felt his bladder 
suddenly go limp and he stopped squirming. Wetness spread down the front of the inside of his
diaper, and back between his legs. Urine splashed against the inside of the compressed parallel
leakage barriers that ran through the crotch of his diaper on each side of his privates. Soon most
of the wetness faded as the urine was absorbed.
	She looked to him him a second time, "Kyle, would you please read a bit more for us?"
	He nodded, and started reading from where the previous child had been asked to stop.
	She smiled at his reading, "That's very good, Kyle!"
	He grinned, enjoying the positive comment for his public performance, it was a good
story after all.
	Then she selected another child to continue reading.