The Further Adventures of Dave Duncan
By: (Z)Syko (G)SpiceIntroduction If there is ever an obstacle, obstruction, challenge, or difficulty in life, chances are Dave Duncan has been through it. From having a secret shattered to fighting his worst enemy head to head to outrunning a bear and falling in a ravine, he's seen it all. Now a sophomore in high school, a lot has changed. Watch as Dave, his friends, and his girlfriend Stephanie find interesting solutions to life's challenges in the sequel to Healing Duncan.WarningThe following is purely fiction. It contains mention of suicide, infantilism, depression, violence, and slight sexual content. If this offends you, then do not read.Notes Many of the chapter titles are either quotes from movies or song lyrics (or titles). Several other quotes are mixed into the story itself, so keep a watchful eye. Several times you might here a demon being mentioned...this is my trademark character and he makes an appearance in almost everything I write. Now, a little about me. I'm a 14 year old aspiring writer from New Jersey. If you would like to see something else that I wrote, please e-mail me ([email protected]). Thanks and enjoy!Chapter 1: I Know What You Did Last Summer Rays of sun splashed through the window hitting my face like Scott Stevens' style body check. I opened my eyes and woke up. I had to poop, so I let a mess into my diapers. Sucking on my pacifier, and hugging my teddy bear, I waited for my mom to take me out of the crib. Not at all normal for a teenager, but that's me. My mom entered my room, and as usual said good morning, and stuck her hand down the back of my sleeper so she could check my diaper. She unlocked the crib and helped me out of it, and proceeded to carry me downstairs. I was given a breakfast of cereal and a bottle, both fed to me from my highchair. I said good morning to my dad after the pacifier was removed from my mouth. Next, I gazed at the newspaper. Bill Clinton looked to be in a lot of trouble again, and the USA Basketball team looked to lose without their NBA stars. Mom put the pacifier back in, and set me down in my playpen so she could talk to dad for awhile. When my dad left for work, she carried me back upstairs to change me. After setting me down on the changing table in my nursery, she strapped me down and unsnapped my sleeper throwing it in the hamper. Then, she motioned for me to lift my butt up, and slid off my plastic pants. Next, she unpinned my dirty diapers and tossed them into the pail. She grabbed a baby wipe and a can of Johnson and Johnson baby powder and wiped and powdered me. A clean Attends diaper was set down under me, and my mom motioned for me to moved my butt down. I did and she sealed the tapes and gave me a pat on the butt. She removed the pacifier, and asked the daily question, "baby or adult today, David?" I figured, what the hell, and answered, "baby." The pacifier was inserted back into my mouth and strapped behind my head. I was put into a short T-shirt and a pair of short-alls, with Mickey Mouse sneakers. Next came the kneepads. These put me in a position where my only method of transport was crawling. Finally, I was lifted off the changing table and carried back downstairs to my playpen. My mom put on Nickelodeon so I could watch Rugrats. Typical day so far. A bit later, I was let out of the playpen, and my diaper was checked. It was dry, and my mom left me to crawl around the house. It was about 11:00, and as usual, Stephanie called. She said she'd be over hear in a little bit. That made me happy. She arrived and we hugged. My mom left the tow of us alone more or less, and its a good thing too. Steph took the pacifier out of my mouth, and we talked for a bit. It was now time for lunch. Stephanie picked me up and put me in my highchair in the kitchen, putting a bib on me and strapping me in place. We split a frozen pizza, and she gave me a bottle to drink. I wet my diaper as I ate and drank. After lunch, I asked her what she wanted to do. She suggested Scrabble (we have a rather bizarre set of rules that makes the game more interesting), and I agreed to it. Stephanie beat e by about a 3 point margin. While we were playing, I pooped in my diaper again. Stephanie reached her hand down my shortalls to check me. We then walked upstairs to my nursery where she changed my diaper. I was left in just the diaper, and told it was time for my nap. "I'd rather spend my time being with you then dreaming about you," I told her. "Nice try Dave," she said. "Now got to sleep." She put the pacifier back in, and set me down in my crib. I woke up about a half hour later. "Have a nice nap?" she asked. "Yeah, sure," I said after she removed the pacifier and unlocked the crib We then turned on the computer and signed on to AOL. I had some mail to read: messages from a teen baby newsgroup, a few dumb chain letters from Fred, some solicitations to delete, and a regular e-mail from Jared. As I was reading Jared's e-mail, he sent me an instant message. WoodyX27: Hi Dave, Hi Steph DunkDave: Sup? Stephanie then typed: DunkDave: How did u know i wuz here? WoodyX27: cuz im phsycic I stuck my middle finger up ton the computer screen. DunkDave: Aright, wut am i doin right now? Stephanie laughed. WoodyX27: aright, u got me there. listen up, Fred's at it again. DunkDave: what this time? WoodyX27: I don't know, but he sez it will get a lot of money. Me, him, and Brian are meeting tomorrow. You going to be there? I looked to Stephanie. "Go ahead, just don't get yourself killed," she said. "You sound like my mom," I said. "Scary thought," she said laughing. DunkDave: sure. WoodyX27: aight, bye. DunkDave: bye. I then signed off and shut down. It was mid-afternoon, so we decided to watch a movie. We managed to agree on the Breakfast Club, one which we've seen many times but is still enjoyable. At about 4:30, Stephanie said that she had to go home. She kissed me on the cheek and said goodbye and left. I crawled around the house in just my diaper, listening to it crinkle along the way. Later, my mom called me into the kitchen for dinner. I was placed in my highchair and fed. Dad then arrived home, and he and mom ate. He said he won free movie tickets at work, and gave them to me. I thanked him, and planned on using them. After dinner, mom put my waterproof nylon swim pants on me so I could go take a shower. After I showered, my wet diaper was changed, and the pacifier was inserted into my mouth. I was again put in the playpen, and left to watch the Simpsons from there. Later, I was changed into my cloth night diapers. My mom decided it was a bit hot, so she omitted the sleeper. I was now given my adult time, which I spent watching Friends and Dawson's Creek. At bedtime, I said goodnight to my parents, was given a bottle then the pacifier, and set down and locked inside my crib. If it's hard to believe that I actually did this, it might be perhaps harder to believe that I spent a whole summer like this!Chapter 2: The Sting For as long as I could remember, I have pretty much been friends with the same kids. There was Jared Woods, by best friend, one of the nicest people in the world, always went with the flow. Brian Malloy was smart and always prepared. And Fred Sharpe, was well Fred. He was a risk-taker, and a leader, but he fooled around a lot and sometimes got himself into a lot of trouble. This was one of those times. After I had been changed the next day, Jared came over. "Hey, whadup?" I called to him."Hey Dave," he replied."Want something to drink?""Sure, why not."I got him a Coke, and we talked for a bit. "So, what's this newest plan of Fred's?""He didn't say much...but he said it involved a bet against the Sugar Hill Boys.""Is he insane?"The Sugar Hill Boys were a reckless college fraternity known for going completely off the wall."Maybe so. But get this. Remember the move you pulled against the bear?""Of course I do.""Fred wants you to do it against Dimon Shevins."Dimon Shevins was our town top linebacker in college football.Before I declined, I asked the stakes."If we win, we are honorary frat members without going through initiation. If not, then we go through initiation without becoming frat members.""Look, I did that stunt out of luck to save your guys hides, not as a performance. So no way."Jared nodded and we walked to the park to meet Fred and Brian. "Well?" asked Fred."No way.""Well, thanks a lot, looks like I'll have to do this myself.""This I gotta watch," Jared and I said simultaneously."Yo, you ready kid," called one of the Boys."Sure," Fred answered nervously.He walked slowly onto the basketball court where Dimon was waiting. Fred was handed a ball. On the whistle, Fred would try to make it past the refrigeratoresque Dimon. We all sat their attentively watching. The whistle blew, and Fred panicked. He just froze. Dimon was running right into him, so Fred finally made a move: he jumped into mid air, and landed on his ass. We sat their laughing, yet feeling sorry at the same time.Dimon started his victory parade, then helped Fred up. "Ya a'ight, kid?""Sure," Fred said. His face was red.I expected Fred to be very angry at me, but instead he wasn't."Guess I finally got caught," he said meekly."Do you know what they are going to do to you?" asked Brian."I don't know. Should I be worried?""I think so," Jared said. "They've been known to do stuff like giving steel wool massages, making you mud wrestle a bulldog, or worse.""Ouch," I said."Well, time to face it," said Fred.We watched as Fred approached the gang to learn his fate."What do I have to do?""You'll see. Just cooperate, and you'll do fine. If not, we can wreck you for life, kid." I was pretty sure they meant that. "First thing were going to do, is tie you up. Just as a precaution. Then, were taking you to the frat house. Your friends can come too, but they better not interfere."They ran tape around Fred's eyes, mouth, wrists, and ankles, picked him up, and put him in a van, and proceeded to drive away. "C'mon, let's go," I said."I don't know," Brian said. "Looks dangerous.""I'll call Steph. Anything happens, she'll find s a way out of this."I went to a pay phone and left a message on her answering machine. The three of us then went home, got our bikes, and drove to Fairview College. As soon as we got to the top of Sugar Hill, we saw the frathouse. There was a mean looking guy at the door wearing a grim reaper's costume. He laughed at us, and let us in. We were to wait while Fred was given his punishment in another room.We didn't hear anything for awhile, then a series of muffled screams. What the hell were they doing to him? "You're not killin' him, are you?""Course not, he just likes to whine," said the grim reaper. This was true of Fred. "You guys are going to love this."I was ready to be shocked and indeed, I was. Fred was marched out of the room wearing only several layers of very thick diapers, a pair of plastic pants, a short T-shirt that read: I'm a big baby, give me a hug, and sandals. There was also a pacifier strapped into his mouth that kept him from talking to us."Listen up," said Mr. Reaper. "We're giving him some time to recuperate from the initial shock. He's yours to hang with until 1:00. Then, we want him back like this.""What for?""So we can parade him around town," said another kid."Don't give away the plans, asshole," said reaper."1:00, or else."With those closing words, we were all but thrown out. "Now what?" asked Brian.It was up to me to find a solution now, so I gave Steph another call. She said she'd be right over. Fred sat there looking really scorned.Eventually, a blue station wagon pulled up. Jared stood in front of Fred so nobody could see him like this. Stephanie got out of the wagon, and I gave her more information."I don't believe this!" she said, trying not to laugh. "They can't do that.""Yes they can," said Jared."Wait, I have an idea," I said. Little did I know that my idea would cause a town-wide frenzy.Chapter 3: Operation Delta Force We all piled into Stephanie's cousin's station wagon, and figured out what to do next. First, we took the pacifier out of Fred's mouth. "Those fuckin' college dickhead pricks," he shouted. "Well, hate to tell you this, but if you don't do what they say, your ass is dead man," Jared reasoned. "Not necessarily." I said with a grin. "Why Dave, you got a plan?" asked Brian. "I do, but I need everybody to cooperate." "This don't sound too good" said Brian. "It seems dumb at first, but if you just play it out right, it will work." "The suspense is killin' me, what is your plan?" asked Fred. "Here goes," I began explaining. "At 1:00, the Sugar Hill Boys are planning to parade you around town like this to humiliate you and show their power. Now, if anybody saw a teenage kid dressed like a baby, they'd laugh their ass off. If anybody saw two teenage kids dressed like babies, they'd think, "big baby has a friend." However, if they saw 4, 5, or even 6 kids dressed like babies, then they would probably think its a group thing or a new fad and leave you alone." "You can't be serious," said Brian. "Sure I am. Strength in numbers." "Well, I'll do it," said Fred. "You don't have a choice. Wut about the rest of us. I don't know about you guys, but I'll do it." "Fine, then me too." Brian contemplated the matter, and grumbled a response of, "fine." "Now how are we going to work this?" I asked. "Leave that to me," said Steph. "I think I can get Katie and Ellis to join this. I'll just tell them its like Halloween." "What about you?" I asked. "'Fraid not, love. There has to be a normal person to defend you people from harassment. That would be me." "Oh, you have excuses for everything." "We'll see," she said. "Now, where are we going to..." "I got you covered there, kid," said Steph's cousin Don. "I just had a brand new store built that stocks clothing for babies and kids. We might have some stuff there that suits you." "Thanx." "No problem. I was doing all kinds of wild stuff a year ago during my senior year in college, and now I kinda miss it." We drove onto the highway, and headed west for several miles until we hit a vacant shopping center. "Here it is," said Don. "Obviously not open yet." Don unlocked the door to the building, and we followed him in. Inside were the most baby supplies I had ever seen before. Everything from cribs to full wardrobes to crib mobiles, not to mention tons of diapers in all different varieties. "Hey Dave" Steph whispered into my ear. "Now might be a good time to tell them..." "We'll see." I said, knowing what she was asking. Don led us to a large empty room and told us to wait while she and Steph talked some stuff over. "Hey Fred," asked Jared. "what's it like wearing that?" Fred laughed and answered, "Not too bad. Diapers fit a little snug, but they are pretty comfortable actually. Not something I'd want to have in my wardrobe though." "Hey guys, remember that time a few years ago when we found that porno magazine with the picture in it.... Well, I got curious and checked it up on the net...there are actually some people who find acting like a baby a turn on." "Man, you mean I could snag some girls like this. Albeit sickos, but still. I should wear this every day then," Fred said joking. Jared gave me a long stare. He was one of the only ones who knew. "Can I tell you guys a secret?" I asked. "Sure." "This won't be the first time I've worn diapers." "Unless you were potty trained from the time you were born, then that doesn't surprise me," said Fred. "No, I mean after I was a baby." "Please explain." "I wear diapers sometimes for fun." Fred and Brian looked a little shocked and confused. "You seriously like wearing these?" Fred asked. "Sure. Didn't you just say they were comfortable?" "Yeah but..." "He's got you there Fred," said Brian. "Yeah, but its something I never would have figured. Hey, if that's what you like, go for it." "That's what I told him when he told me," said Jared. "You Knew about this?" asked Brian. "Yeah. We are like brothers....like in the Mafia, only I wouldn't order a hit on him and he wouldn't do that to me, no matter what." "Well, I also have something to confess," said Brian. "I used to wet the bed, so when I was 7 my parents sent me to this camp for bedwetters, and we had to wear diapers there. Well it worked, and it stopped. There, said and done, lets forget about it." "All right, my turn," said Fred. "I can't believe I'm telling you guys this. I potty trained pretty late...like I was in diapers all the time till I was 4. I was still wearing pull-ups until the first grade. And I wore Goodnites to bed until I was ten. I got laughed at a bit, but hey it made me as funny as I am today so I don't give a fuck." "Your expecting em to say something?" asked Jared. "We'll sorry, but I don't have anything like that to share. I must admit, the though of wearing diapers did cross my mind a few times, but I wasn't ever really sure if I wanted too." "Well, here's your chance." I told him. Stephanie then entered the room. "All right, we can do this the easy way or the hard way..." "Steph, I told them." "OK, good. Now everybody strip naked." "Mind giving us some privacy?" Brian asked. "How about we do this one at a time. Dave is already wearing a diaper, so all he needs is the proper attire." I followed Stephanie out of the room where she put a Mickey the Mouse T-shirt and sandals on me. She also checked my diaper, and finding it dry, let me go. Brian was next, he didn't seem enthusiastic but cooperated fully. He chose cloth diapers and a vinyl diaper cover with a Barney T-shirt. Jared was next and he looked a little worried. "Dave, I'm havin' a lot of second thoughts." "Relax man, it's not like a sex change operation or anything All that going to happen is you are going to have some powder sprinkled on your ass, have a diaper and a shirt put on you. You even get to chose what you want to wear." "All right." Jared reentered the room a bit later wearing an Attends diaper with sandals and a tanktop with a picture of a baby on it. Fred giggled. "What are you laughing at?" "You look pretty buff for somebody who's supposed to be dressed like a two year old." He had a point. Stephanie announced that she had to tend to her sister and her friend and that she would be right back. I could hear a bit off noise as Katie and Ellis joined our parade. Katie, being the little girl with the big mouth that she is announced, "Elliss has to wear diapers because he keeps going in his pants. I'm just doing this to help you guys out and because my sister said so." "I do not!" said Ellis. "Do to." I decided to go out there and end the argument. "Hey Katie, how would you like to see you sister wearing diapers?" "Cool," she replied. "Excuse me, Dave, I never agreed to that." "Oh, c'mon. I did my part by telling my friends, the least you could do is join the party and do this for me." "Your right. But at least let me do this by myself. In private." "That would be cheating" I said. I told Katie and Ellis to go talk to Jared about our plan. I then picked up Stephanie and put her on the changing table. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." She punched me in the shoulder. "What was that for?" "I'm sorry, Dave, I still have nightmares about when my foster father used to do this to me." "Well, relax, I ain't him," I said strapping her down. "What kind of diaper you want?" "Ill take one of the ones I sewed myself for you. I had some extra time, so I sewed a lot for Don to sell here. Also get me that yellow pair of plastic pants with the ducks. Thanks." "No problem," I said. I pulled down her jeans, then her panties, taking a moment to admire her beautiful body. Then, I powdered and diapered her. I helped her out of her shirt. "Could you please stop staring." "I'm sorry, it's just that your beautiful." She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll take that short yellow party dress, handsome" "Aight." I put that on her and helped her down. "We set." Everybody laughed when they saw Steph like that. "Knock it off assholes, were all in this together," I yelled to my friends. Don re-entered, and stopped. "Looks like you kids are ready to make quit a scene." "You make it sound like a bad thing," said Steph. "No way, not me. I was marching in a gay rights festival, anything that's at all different I'm fine with." "Your gay?" I asked. "No, but my college roommate was, so I did it as a favor to him. If I didn't have so much to do, I'd join you. Hell, this would make a great ad for the store. Bye the way, you got a call from somebody calling himself the reaper." "Thanx," I said, picking up the phone. "Showtime. Make sure that him, and the rest of you are at the corner of Main Street and Brook in 5 minutes." Time to start the 1st Annual Baby Parade.Chapter 4: The Stand Each of us packed a diaper bag, and were given some last minute advice. We piled back into Don's wagon, and he gave us a ride to Brook Street. Stephanie unloaded a stroller from the wagon. "For who ever is the most tired of walking," she explained. We thanked Don and began our walk to the corner of main. Trouble came along the way. Matt Sabrien and Steve Tyler, the local thugs got one look at us and started cracking up. I had history with this kid, but we had a clean record now. Matt then asked, "What's going on?" "Fred here lost a bet to the Sugar Hill Boys..." "Those bastards. They won't let me in. Let me guess, they made you dress like this." "No, just Fred. But were starting a parade. A demonstration against them." Matt laughed again. "I told you this before Dave, but you got some serious balls doin' stuff like this. Hey, I heard some girls actually go for guys who do this shit. Good luck, gotta bounce. And all be watchin'." "Bye bye KKK," said Steve. "What does that mean," asked Jared. "Kindergarten Kickass Kult," Steve said walking away. We got too Main Street where the Boys were writing. "What the fuck is going on here?" said one of them. "We decided to join Fred. We're friends, so we stick by him." "Your loss, losers." Fred was re-gagged with a pacifier. A leash was attached to a hook on his plastic pants. "Now who will be lucky enough to hold this?" "I will," said a girl of about 19. "Yo, Gena, this ain't a good time or place to be." "I'm your sister, Marty. Don't forget that. And I'm sorry if the fact that I think this kid looks cute in diapers interferes with your little hyped up cult over there." Everyone was silent, until finally Marty nodded. The last thing he needed was his 17 « year old brilliant sister going against him. "Just play by the rules." Gena took the leash, and with Fred leading in front, we walked up Main Street. "So, what is this?" asked Gena. "We're teaching the Boys a lesson. It will be kind of like a demonstration." "Cool. I've always wanted to get back at my brother's little cult. He took pictures of me naked and showed them to everybody at that stupid fraternity. I wanted to kill him." Fred smiled upon hearing this. "Hey, how about we draw some attention." "Good idea," said Stephanie. With Gena yelling, "Sugar Hill Boys are loser who are jealous of us right now!", we continued marching down main. I was getting a bit nervous. Stephanie could see that, so she put the pacifier in my mouth. At first, I thought this would backfire. Then, something surprising happened. Matt and about 20 kids marched along the sidewalk next to us, watching. "Figured y'all needed some help," he said, suddenly eyeing Gena. "And with such hot marchers, why not." Gena smiled, then took a pacifier out of one of the diaper bags and shoved it in his mouth. He shrugged and left it there, just enjoying the show. Pretty soon, more and more of a crowd developed. Finally, a police officer approached us. "What the hell is going on here?" "It's a parade." "What kind of parade?" "The kind that will get the Sugar Hill Boys in a lot of trouble." "Then by all means, continue." A new section emerged in the crowds. There were several older kids wearing diapers and baby clothes. "Just like Halloween," Katie said. "Only there's no candy." "You got a point, little girl," Matt shouted from the audience. "We need to turn it up! Hang on, I'll be back." I had no idea what he was up to or why. We were running out of momentum, until Matt Sabrien would yet again prove to be helpful. He returned wearing no shirt (it was pretty damn hot, I don't blame him), and carrying a boombox, bags of chips and cans of soda. He walked into the park, set stuff down on picnic tables, and said, "Aight, let's get jiggy wit it." "Hold it," said Dina (Matt's current girl). "Where you get all this shit?" "Your house, baby. That a problem?" "Hell yes, I was saving this." "I did you a favor. Now you won't have to ever bitch about food going to waste." "That does it, come with me. If you don't I can tell everybody a couple of things you wouldn't want them knowing." Matt had a worried look on his face, something I'd never seen in him before. "Aight, I'll be back." The local news even got in on it. They approached us and started asking questions, which Gena answered. "What exactly is going on here?" "It's a parade which gives people a chance to be a baby for a day. It symbolizes freedom." "I see. How did this start." "It was originally a demonstration against the Sugar Hill Boys." "Does this bother you at all, Miss..." "Gina Damasco, and no not really. If people want to try a new fun way to dress up. It's almost like Halloween. "Interesting. Who's idea was this?" "My Dave's," Stephanie said pointing to me. "Thank you for your time." As much as the public was into this, there were also a number of people shouting stuff like, "freaks!" and "grow up, why don't ya." They were perfectly right, too. A sight soon caught my attention. A truck was unloading things at the far end of the park. A certain sign caught my eyes, it read: Welcome to the 1st Annual Baby Parade, brought to you by Kid Planet and Baby Universe. "Don is a natural when it comes to getting attention," Steph said. After a bit of unloading, Don himself stepped up to the movable podium and said, "Hi, welcome all. My name's Don Keegan, owner of Kid Planet and baby Universe. I welcome you all to the 1st Annual Baby Parade. Feel free to have fun learning about what it is like to be or take care of a baby. And remember, please stop by Baby Universe for its grand opening next week. Thank you." Most of the crowds began to separate, watching the demonstrations that Don had set up. So, what began as a stand against a fraternity had turned into a town-wide frenzy and a marketing exploit. "Anybody have any child care questions?" asked Don. This guy really knew how to get stuff going. "How do you feed a baby without making a mess?" asked one lady. Stephanie motioned to her cousin that we would demonstrate. We would? This was a little bit more then I had hoped for. Relax, the people here think I'm a professional at this, and am doing it only as a demonstration. They won't know. Stephanie picked me up and placed me into the highchair that was setup. She made sure that I was properly strapped in, and the tray was in position. Next, she tied a bib around my neck and removed the pacifier. Next, she produced a bowl of cereal and some baby silverware, positioning my hands on a spoon and her hands on mine, she guided the spoon slowly to my mouth. People clapped at the demonstration. Little did they know I was very much used to this. "How do you change a diaper?" a guy in his early 20's (probably a single father) asked. "Sorry, can't demonstrate that.." That was a relief. "However, in the event that anybody here does need to be changed, there are stalls with changing tables in them over to the right." Stephanie dragged me over there and changed me. A voice from the next stall called, "hey, can you help me out." Over in the next stall, Gina was attempting to change Fred. "Never done this before?" Steph asked. "Not in a long time. Never mind, I'm startin' to remember. Thanks anyway." Gina took the pacifier out of Fred's mouth, and slid down the plastic pants. "I forgot to ask you your name, kid," she said. "It's Fred." "Sorry if I look down there, but its better then sitting in your own piss, right?" "Yeah. Hey, the view from here is pretty good." Fred replied staring into Gena's bra. I was expecting him to get smacked. Instead, he got the reply of "cute." There was a bit of commotion in a corner of the park. "Come back here, it's only to show you not to be touchin' my stuff." "Keep the fuck away from me bitch. And don't you ever threaten me again or...." "What you gonna do, your all talk." "Hey, I know all about you too." "Fair enough. So then why you hiding?" I looked to see the mighty Matt Sabrien engaged in an argument with his girlfriend. He spotted me and stared at me as if to say, "This is all your fault Duncan and I'm going to get your ass back for this." Instead, his words were a bit different. "So you think I'm hiding?" he said, a fiery glow in his eye. "Yo, everybody listen up. I'm standing here wearing a diaper cuz my girlfriend will start spillin' out my private life if I don't. Well fuck that, I won't give her the chance. You want to know stuff, you stupid fucks out there laughin' your asses off at me, well I'll tell ya. I got arrested 7 times. I'm prejudice against fat people. There, you happy? See, I'm man enough to say it, what about you, bitch." Dina looked really scared now. And actually, so did I. This was the Matt Sabrien I knew from middle school, a ruthless individual with a high sense of pride and competitiveness. "Aright, fine. You won." She said, trying to hide her fear. "But what you gonna say when the Sugar Hill Boys get here?" "Fuck them." "No fuck you." The argument continued until Matt whispered something into Dina's ear, and the two of them disappeared into a stall. They better not be trying to get intimate in public, i thought. Intimate and Matt Sabrien in the same sentence. What was I thinking. Then again, how well do I really know this kid. I was about to find out. Down the street came about 20 young men dressed in costumed attire. It was the Sugar Hill Boys. Many people gave them a number of boos, but then a police officer stepped in, "it is a public park, we can't kick them out...yet." "Thank you Detective Doughnut," said one of them mocking the cop. "Exactly what the hell is going on here?" Don explained the situation to them. "People, you've been lied to. Here's what really happened. That Fred kid lost a bet, and that is why he's dressed up like that. I don't know why the rest of you sickos joined him, but this has nothing to do with the fact that he lost a bet, and he has to pay by public humiliation." "Marty, get lost and leave him alone," said Gena. "Nobody wants to hear you speak." "So now your defending him. Do I sense a new boyfriend for you?" Part of the crowd began to laugh. It seemed like the whole situation could explode at any minute. "Look at yourselves, people. Unless you got a serious medical condition, you are actin like retards." He had a point, and for one moment, I felt like deleting my entire summer and starting it over again. "Y'all better shut you mouth, boy," called Dimon. "Now check dis up. Maybe if I Anita know, I'd agree wit you. But last season, when you paid that Traylor kid to floor me during the game, I almost snapped my damn spine. Had to wear diapers for 2 weeks while I was recovering and you sons of bitches were laughing. So, do them 2 weeks make me a retard?" Now everybody was listening. "Y'all play to much, and I ain't takin' it no more" "Too bad, man, you could have been a member." "You said that last time I did something for you. Sides, I don't want your sorry ass club. I don't got time for high school jokes when I'm tryin' to impress NFL scouts. So cya." Now there was cheering. "Aren't there any real men out there?" asked Marty. "Hey Sabrein, what do you think of these losers?" This was an interesting situation. Matt had enough power and quick witt to destroy us all in one moment. Or he could stand up and send the Boys running back to their frathouse. "What do I think?" he said slowly walking toward the group. "I think you should shut the fuck up and go home, bitch. You stupid club's been playin' me out too long. You been usin' me to get new candidates for membership, givin' me the lie that I might get in one day. Yeah, I knew about that. I also know your pissed off cuz sum high school kids wrecked your little game. So what do you do, you try to help your cause by callin' up sum witnesses, but they Anita on your side. So, now who would be actin like babies?" "C'mon, lets go. Enough wastin' our time here," said Marty as they left. Dina gave Matt a big kiss, and he said, "no problem, I was waitin' to say that. But I couldn't have done it without Dave Duncan." So I was hero for a day. Looks like my plan paid off.Chapter 5: Vacation! Following that little escapade, I had to do a lot of explaining to my parents;. Ultimately, I think they were proud of me. One day after dinner, my dad approached me and said, "Dave, it's time to plan vacation." At last. I had been waiting a whole year for this. "Where we looking this year, Dad?" I asked. "New York, the Jersey Shore, then maybe north to the New Hampshire White Mountains." This sounded really good. Another chance to leave Massachusetts. Every year, what we did is, we picked an area, then each of us picked out several activities of our own interest. This way, everybody always found something they wanted to do. "Well, you have first pick, son." I, of course, knew what I must ask my dad. When Jared first mentioned it, I was pessimistic. But now, I knew I had a legitimate chance. "New York...I, um, want to try to enter the basketball tournament." "Dave, that's an awful big thing.." "I know, but if I advance a round, we get to stay in New York free until I eventually lose or advance to the nationals." "We'll see." Anyway, we went on picking events until I was interrupted with a phone call. It was Steph. We exchanged news. She too would be going to the jersey shore, however only for a weekend. Katie, however, had the fortune of going with her friend to Virginia. An idea then hit me. I asked Stephanie if she wanted to go with me to NY/NJ/NH. She seemed pretty excited, and after getting permission from her parents, the deal was set on her side. Now for the hard part. "Dad, can I bring somebody on this vacation?" "Hmm...depends." "You let Jared go in the past, but he's going to Europe this year...." "And you'd be lonely?" asked my mom. "Not really, I'd still see him at the Jersey shore like every year. But I was thinking of bring Stephanie." "Sure, I don't see why not. You can use some experience traveling as a couple. I remember when your mother and I..." "That's enough, dear." I called Stephanie to tell her the good news. My parents did stuff like reservations and budgeting while I informed my friends. The good part is, we'd all meet up at the jersey shore about the same date. People poured out of this area like blood form a wound in summertime, and most of them went Jersey. Days past by pretty quickly until it was time for us to get ready to leave. The day before hand was designated as packing day, so we got to that. "David, I have to ask you a serious question." Said my mom. I knew what it was. "Are you about ready to give up being a baby." I had thought this over. "No, not yet. When school starts, maybe." "That's fine. I only ask because its a bit of a hassle for vacation." "Don't worry, you'll have Stephanie to help." "That's right. I am glad you have finally found somebody." "Me too." I packed all my regular clothes and other stuff I was taking away into a tote bag. My mom packed my diapers and baby stuff separately. I was sent to bed extra early that night, as we would be leaving early tomorrow. The next morning, my mom woke me up extra early. I was changed and fed as usual. In the car, I was put into my car seat. We then drove by Stephanie's house and picked her up. "Get enough sleep, Dave?" she asked. "I hope so, I have to navigate." The route we were taking purposely involved a lot of time driving and going almost in circles for the point of `taking in scenery' as my dad put it. Our first stop was New Hampshire. One of the many advantages about my choice of lifestyle was I didn't have to worry about holding it in for rest stops. If I had to go, I just went in my diaper and forgot about it. Stephanie looked almost annoyed at that convenience. I helped lead us into southern New Hampshire. We were making good time thus far. However, my breakfast caught up to me and I pooped my diaper. Now I would have to wait for a rest stop after all. "Let's see if you wet it also," Stephanie said checking me. It was soaked thoroughly, and looked like it could leak. That being the case, Stephanie pulled down my shorts, and rested a towel under me. I felt pretty damn uncomfortable.We finally found a rest stop, and I headed for the nearest stall in the men's bathroom, almost not caring that I had no shorts on. A thought then hit me that stopped me dead in my tracks. How the hell am I going to do this? Changing myself at this point would be rather difficult, and I sure as hell am not going into the lady's room so Steph can change me. "C'mon Dave." Or am I? "It's OK, nobody's here."My diaper bag in hand, she led me into a stall in the lady's room. There was a changing table there, but it was way to small for me to possibly fit. Since nobody was around, she led me back out of the stall, and changed my sodden diaper on the floor. "Here's your shorts, wait for me outside," she said. I put them on, and waited for her.I was a bit hungry, so I fished some change out of my pocket and bought myself a candy bar. "Want some?" I offered Steph."Sure. Thanks." The two of us rejoined my parents, and we were back on the road. A bit more driving (some of it up the twisty Kankamungas Highway that led into the mountains), and we were finally there.We checked in to the Millhouse Inn, a nice resort in the middle of nowhere, right inside the town of Lincoln-Woodstock. After we got to our room, we had to go back for the luggage. "You two rest here, we'll get the luggage," my dad said to Steph and mom. Once we were settled in, I asked my girlfriend if she liked this so far."Definitely," she said. "I mean, on all my vacations, all we do is boring stuff that only appeals to one person while everyone else complains but me because I'm supposed to be the neutral one." That was quite a mouthful."All right," my dad announced. "first we'll stop for lunch, then we'll decided what we are inclined towards doing." This place had a mall built right into it, and the mall had three restaurants. After lunch, we got to work."What's in this area?" Steph asked me."Lot's of stuff, nothing real exciting or touristy, but for fre..""David, watch your manners," my mom warned."Sorry. Anyway, they have this nature walk type thing called the Flume...""Sounds interesting.""A roadside attraction called Old Man of the Mountain.""Pass.""The tallest mountain east of the Mississippi, Mt. Washington.""Definitely.""And the town of North Conway, consisting entirely of outlet stores.""Shopping? Yay, I'm there." So far, even if it was just the fact that I would be spending the vacation with the person I love (not that I don't love my parents), this was turning out to be great."If we're going to be walking, I think I could use some exercise.""Good idea," said my mom.We found the weight room, and got to work. For some reason, every time I lifted, I thought of Matt Sabrien, last year, laughing at me when I could barely bench 90 pounds and he could easily do 120. Stephanie could tell I was getting frustrated. "Don't worry Dave, you can still lift more then me, if that makes you feel any better." It didn't.After a little bit, we rode to the flume. It proved to be interesting, containing a natural bridge, some words carved in rock by George Washington, and best of all...caves, a nice contrast to the hot weather outside. Our next stop was the mountain.I got a bit nervous looking at it, so Stephanie slipped a pacifier into my mouth. We drove slowly up the twisted road to the top. I wet my diaper when I stepped outside. First of all, it was cold, maybe 50 degrees. Second, it was unbelievable how high up we were. "This deserves a photo," my mom said. I was not one for pictures, but I agreed. I doubt any of my friends would have the guts to even walk around someplace this high.When we got back to the motel, Stephanie changed my diaper and gave me a bath. We were going out for Chinese, then to the pool for a swim, then we were going to see Armageddon. After eating a lot of low mein, I tended to the infamous fortune cookie. I was shocked to find out what it read: you have had luck to overcome hardship, now it is time for the second phase, and be warned, evil takes all forms. Even weirder, Stephanie got the exact same things. We decided to forget about that twist of fate.On our way back, we spotted a video arcade. My parents, knowing me all too well, supplied me with quarters, and I walked in. I offered Stephanie some of the quarters, but she declined, saying she had little interest in these things. I found Mortal Kombat 4, and nearly shuddered when I remembered the last time I played it. After a couple of rounds, I was defeated, and we returned to the motel.I was changed into my swim diaper, and had flip flops put on my feet. I could feel an oncoming surge of humiliation. I prayed nobody in the pool would notice me. The sight of Stephanie in a bathing suit soon cleared that thought from my mind and replaced it with another one. "It's been awhile since I had the opportunity to swim," she said."Well, here's your chance."The pool was far from vacant, when we got there. The water was a bit cool for a heated pool, but hey, I wasn't about to complain. I climbed in, and watched a bunch of college aged guys play a specialized version of volleyball. One of them almost hit me in the head. When he turned to apologize, he instantly noticed the diapers, and turned away from me so he could laugh to himself. Soon other people were pointing at me and giggling. One guy even went as far as to say, "no babies in the pool." That's just great."Hey Dave," Steph said. "Race you to the other end."I wasn't a great swimmer, but I had been ready to hit the water for quite some time. I soon found out that even without a lot of practice, Stephanie could severely out-swim me. "That's OK, I used to work as a lifeguard part-time until some stupid kids faked drowning just to get me to give them mouth to mouth." We waited for my parents to finish soaking in the hot tub before heading back to the room. I was changed again, and we went across the parking lot to the movie theater.Armageddon lived up to the hype, it was a very well-made movie. Of course, I had a couple of distractions while watching. One was Stephanie, who I couldn't take my eyes off of half the time. The other was my flooded diaper, which I feared would leak. We returned to the room where my dad had ordered a crib to be sent up. I was pretty worn out from a day of excitement, so I was happy when I was re-diapered put into my sleeper, and sent to bed.I awoke the next morning having slept well. I was changed, and we headed downstairs for breakfast. Half the day was ours to spend shopping, the other half we would spend getting to New York City. I got myself some new clothes, and then waited with my father for Stephanie and my mom to finish. My dad pointed out women always take longer. After another half hour, we were set.Time for New York, and a shot at the big game.Chapter 6: Space Jam "Have you ever been to New York?" I asked my girlfriend. "Once a long time ago, but I don't really remember it." "This is my fourth time here." "That's...ouch...nice." "You aright?" "No, I think I'm going to be sick." We pulled over and found a rest stop. Stephanie re-joined us with the diagnosis of car sickness. "This is weird, its never happened before. Then again, I usually have to here the sound of my sister arguing or my parents arguing, so maybe the sound of the road noise is finally starting to get to me?" "Looks that way." "Hey Dave?" "Yeah dear?" "Can I borrow one of your diapers, like in case I suddenly just can't hold it anymore." "Sure." She disappeared to put it on, then returned. We were back on our way. "You all right, Stephanie?" "Fine now, Mrs. Duncan. Just a bit of car sickness." "You can call me Mary. And if there's anything we can do, let us know." "That's really nice of you, but I'm fine now. I borrowed one of Dave's diapers jut in case." "Good idea." After awhile, we stopped for lunch. We got strange looks when I was given my bottle, right there in the restaurant. Stephanie made another run at the bathroom. I felt sorry for her, I hope she's OK. She returned saying she was, and we continued. After an hour, she said she was starting to not feel well again. I suggested putting on some music. It worked for awhile. "Don't feel embarrassed." My mom said. "If you have to go, go. Your no less of a person." "Jim Lincoln, my foster father would disagree with you there, Mary, but thanks." "Well, he's not here right now darling, and he won't bother you again." We stopped at a Burger King for a late lunch, and I was changed in the bathroom. A few people looked at me weird, but nobody said anything. The remainder of the car ride was long and slow, and I fell asleep. I was woken up by my girlfriend when we reached New York. After a tiring day, we checked into the hotel. It was now late in the night, and I wasn't really hungry, so I was given a bottle and sent to sleep. Tomorrow, I would resume being an adult. I got up early the next morning, showered and changed. I wore my Antoine Walker jersey, shorts, and of course a diaper. Since it was vacation, I didn't think my mom would mind. Indeed she didn't, but she reminded me to be well behaved. After breakfast that day, we went to sign me up for the tournament. There were a lot of kids there, all from different age groups and ethnicity's. I got in line, and waited until I was given an application. I filled it out, and let my dad take care of the rest. We would have to check back tomorrow to find out if I made it or not. The rest of the day was spent sight-seeing. I saw the top of the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building as well as the Metropolitan Museum of Natural History. We stopped at Central Park, and walked around. There was a game of street basketball in progress, so I watched inner city kids storm the court. One of them asked me to play. "No thanks," I said. "Go for it, Dave," urged Steph. "OK, sure." I said. "I'm Tony Tarino," said the kid. "This here's Waydell Stewart, Cesar Motez, and Kiko Spikes. We're all from the City. Those kids over there are Thomas Roosevelt, Manny Gonzalez, and Bob Abrigal. They're foreigners here for the tournament, and your on their team. You any good kid?" "I'm Dave Duncan, and not really, but I'll play anyway and get better." "Good attitude," Tony said laughing. The ball was checked and soon I found myself in a tidal wave of activity. There was yelling and shouting, shoving and pushing, and a whole lot of running and shooting. I barely touched the ball 2 seconds. Then, Thomas, the kid who looked more like Bill Gates then a basketball player got a break, and passed it to Bob, who gave it to me. I found myself in a tough spot. I couldn't press forward anymore, but I had to shoot. So unleashed my jumper, and watched it go in. Final score 20-20. Stephanie gave me a big hug, and we all applauded each other. "Hey Tony, who's that wise-ass kid?" said a big kid with a mustache. "Dave Duncan, he's got skills." "We'll see about that." "That's my cousin Benny, he's got a temper, " Tony explained. "Yo, if your lookin' for a place to eat, check out my family's restaurant about a block form here. It's Italian, and it's good." I conferred with my parents, and we worked out an agreement. Steph and I would eat with our new-found friends while my parents would "take in the city." Tony was quite right when he said that his family's restaurant was Italian and good. I had some of the best pasta and fresh-baked breadsticks in existence there. After the meal, we started talking about the tournament. During the conversation, I cold feel tension building in my bowels, and knew that I had to use my diaper. I tried my bets not to move and said as little as possible. Finally, it was time to meet my parents back at the motel. As I got up, I released a large load. Nobody noticed (at least if they did, they didn't say anything), but Benito gave me an odd stare. I was so glad to get out of there. I felt awkward walking up and down the streets of New York City in a poop-filled diaper with only my girlfriend at my side, so I remained as quiet as I could be. "Anything wrong?" Steph asked me. "I need to be changed," I said quietly. I felt very self-conscious saying such a thing in public, even though there was nobody I knew. I only prayed nobody noticed. We walked back to the motel and found my parents waiting. Once in the room, Stephanie set out my supplies and changed my diaper. It really stunk, and I was glad to get it off me. "Tony seems pretty cool," Steph said. "Yeah, and he's really good too." "Too bad you'll have to be playing against him." A sharp realization just hit me: the tournament was grouped by state, so I would indeed be playing against Tony. I tried to overlook that thought and went to sleep. The next morning when I returned to where the sing-up was held, all hell broke loose. Apparently, the formation was changed at the last minute: we would get to choose teams! At first I thought this would be a golden opportunity to play with Tony, but then again, he already is friends with kids much better then me. When I saw that Tony was already with a group of 5 kids, I god discouraged. Suddenly, he called out, "Hey Dave!" "Yeah?" "Come here, we need a 6th." I more then gladly complied. We now had a dynamite squad of Tony, Benny, Thomas, Bob, Kiko, and myself. We agreed to practice later that day. I was overjoyed! Later that day, I started to get ready to practice at the court where I first met my comrades. I took a shower, and then made a decision. This tournament could influence my future, so why cling to my past? Why remain a baby? I felt now was time to grow up, even if it's only for now. I rummaged through luggage until if found a cup and a pair off boxers. It felt very weird to be wearing normal underwear after such a long period of time. I originally didn't feel like telling anybody about my decision, but my mom noticed right away. "I feel that this is something I have to do to move forward," I explained. "It's my future, mom." "Okay, dear, and I'm not doing anything to get in your way. Just remember that wearing diapers for so long might have had an effect on you." This thought nearly caused me to change my mind, but I shrugged it off and finished getting ready. Stephanie gave me a kiss on the cheek. "For good luck," she said. I was ready. I was the last to arrive at the court. Benny harassed me about my tardiness, and we started getting to work. Passing drills, shooting drills, and dribbling drills. There was a lot of argument and confusion which distracted me during the practice. So much that I nearly ignored my bladder. I quickly found a bathroom and relived myself. I was determined to let nothing get me down. Not my teammates, and not my body. The second half of practice went a lot better, there was more communication and more effort. Everything looked positive until we got company. Manny, Waydell, Caesar, and 3 kids who introduced themselves as Claudio, Rashad, and Joe entered the court. "Yo, we got court," said Benny. "Not no more you don't," said Waydell. "Yeah, bounce, SA," said Caesar. "I'll kick your fuckin' ..." "Don't do something stupid," said Thomas. "Hey, how about we play for court?" I asked. "Good idea," said Bob. It was agreed, and everybody supported it accept for Benny. "If we lose cuz of you, I'll kick your ass." The next 15 minutes were pure turmoil. The game went back and forth until they decided then that they would win. They shoved and jammed their way to easy points, adding taunts along the way. Everybody was bitter towards everybody else on our team, and as a result, we never got it back together. Finally, I was called in to sub for Bob at shooting forward. Benny and Tony got us some quick points, but they landed a few 3's to catch up. Finally, Manny dropped the ball, literally. I picked it up, and chaos struck. My teammates were greedily calling for a pass. My opponents were closing in on me. I was trapped. "Up and off," I shouted, recalling something from practice. I set myself to launch the ball off the backboard when all of the sudden, Waydell knocked into me, sending me flying right to the floor. He brushed by me for an easy FG. "What the fuck was that?" asked Benny, in his usual temperament. "Man, I thought I could trust you," Tony said. This really hurt, and almost brought me to tears. "I...I..," I mumbled looking for words. None came, but instead a hot bush of urine filled my underwear and soaked the front of my pants. "Look at your shorts," said Kiko. I was so upset at that point that I just stormed out of there. My parents were a little disappointed in the way I handled the situation, and gave me a cold stare. At least Stephanie was there for me. "It's OK," she said. "That stuff happens." I decided to go to bed early that night, and only prayed that I could get back on track. I woke up feeling a bit relieved. There was a tournament today, and I was going to play whether people liked it or not. I took a shower, but this time decided to wear a diaper. "It's a good thing too," said my mom. "Because we wouldn't have you not wear one." She powdered me heavily, then took not one, but two diapers and put them on me. Next, she took a roll of masking tape and ran it one full length around the diapers. Finally, she gagged me with a pacifier and bound my hands and wrists and tucked me into bed. "This isn't a punishment, this is helping you. Now get some rest." I had little choice, and indeed doze off. When I woke up, I looked at the time and nearly panicked. Stephanie came and untied me. She changed my soaked diapers, then took what must have been 4 or 5 diapers and put them all on me. She taped these very thoroughly and tightly. "Why so many?" I asked. "Well, you can't wear a cup with a diaper on, and that's one place I would definitely not want to see you hurt." At first, I could barely walk with these diapers, they kept dragging me down. Finally, Stephanie produced a pair of plastic pants, and put those on me. Next, she put a regular undershirt on me, then an onesie. I wasn't able to fit into my shorts, but my dad, always prepared, had gotten me a bigger pair. Next, I pulled on the basketball jersey provided with the registration fee. My dad intentionally got it very large and very long. I felt very safe and secure, and comfortable like this. I was also thankful that the place where the tournament was going to be held was air conditioned. "You gonna cheer-lead for me?" I asked Steph. "Well, I'm not the cheer-leading type," she said. "But for you, sure. By the way, I', borrowing one of your diapers again, I don't want to miss a second of seeing you play. And finally, no matter what, I still love you." "I love you too." I gave her a kiss this time, then stood up. I felt tall, confident, and eager to play. And the best part: my ass didn't bulge out the way I expected it too. From any normal angle, it just looked like I added a few pounds to me otherwise thin body. I got there and found my whole team waiting for me. We all apologized and settled our differences, and got ready to play. There would be 3 games, with 30 minute break between each. Our first opponents I didn't recognize. I started on the bench, and watched from there, calling out words of inspiration and advice as the game progressed. We were up 55-37 at the half. I was coming on and off the bench, and took over full-time for Bob the second half. "That's OK," he said. "You doing a better job then me anyway." We went on to trounce the team 115-97. I had 15 points, and my diapers were dry except for perspiration. I took to the bench and sipped some Gatorade. Stephanie yelled out some words of confidence, and we hit the court. I was in full time at small forward, with Bob filling in once or twice for Kiko. This team was a bit harder, but they lost their edge quick. 112-80 final, I notched 23. As it turned out, the final game was against our rivals from yesterday. I was told respectfully to sit the bench for this one, and watched the blood feud carry on. It was head-for-head early on. Benny caught fire, and got a couple of points and a couple of warnings form the ref. Late in the half, I was still on the bench, and we were up by two. It came down to a minute left when Waydell got an elbow in at Benny behind the ref.'s back. This was bad for several reasons. Since the ref. didn't see it, nothing was called. Being it late in the half, no subs could be made, so Benny acted OK to keep on going. They tied it up though, and put us in a bad situation. "We're fucked!" said Benny. "Yeah," seconded Thomas. "Wait a minute," said Bob. "Put in Dave at center." "What?" Benny exclaimed. "The kid's a shrimp!" "No offense, but he's right," said Tony. "No, he looks bigger then yesterday, somehow," said Thomas. "Son of a bitch, your right," said Tony. "Aright. Duncan, win this one," Benny said. Time to do or die. We took the court, and I waited for the ball to be dropped. I peed into my diaper out of anxiety, and looked at the grimacing face of my opponent. I won the drop, and was quick on the pass. We racked up 2, but they put our D to work. It was pretty rough for both sides early one, and we got a bit dirty. Every time we tried to take a lead, they cut it back down. Finally, the inevitable happened, and they tied it off of a disputed call. We took the bench. Tony asked me for some kind of strategy, and I poured out my mind to him. He approved, and we took a few moments to breathe. I emptied the remainder of my bladder into my thick diapers, and took the court again. This time, we out-witted them. Even Kiko and Bob, who were generally quiet, played them out royally. It was my turn to add to the insult when Waydell trucked me from behind. I went flying to the ground, and landed right on my ass. Without diapers, it would have hurt. It literally scared the shit out of me, and caused me to soil my diapers as well as wet them. Waydell was promptly tossed by the ref., and a pressure situation ensued. I had very little time to take my free throws. Not to mention, I was a bit distorted from the hit. I took a deep breathe and waited. I saw Stephanie looking on from the stands. She gave me a smile, and that was all I needed. I hit both free-throws with precision accuracy, my trademark, and we won! We instantly took the bench and got crazy, pouring water over each other, wrestling each other to the ground. "Yo, Dave," Tony said. "First, you gain bulk over 1 day, then you get right back up after that hit. You gotta tell us how, man." "I can't." "Aright, tell just me." I waited until after the rest of the team walked out and explained. "Don't laugh at this." "Aright." "I have some bladder control problems, so I wear diapers. They are good padding, and they make me look bigger, too." Tony tried his best not to laugh, but finally gave in. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. A 15 year old kid wearing diapers! But that's OK, it's cool" "Thanks for understanding." Stephanie came down form the stands and hugged me. My parents both told me they were proud. I felt pretty good. As we were walking back, the smell of my dirty diaper filled the air. There was nothing I could do about it. When we got back to the motel room, Stephanie slid her hand down the first diaper and felt around. It was a bit wet. She didn't feel like changing this one, so she left it to my mom. My mom set me down on the changing pad, and with some scissors, cut away the tape. She untaped each diaper individually, and finally took all of them off. Next, she wiped my messy but thoroughly, and suggested I take a shower. I did so, and was powdered and put into a single diaper. That night, Stephanie and I celebrated with Tony over dinner. So far, I had work, I had play, and now the only part missing form my vacation was "chill time." What better place for it then the Jersey shore?