This story will be different, just warning you now, but this idea won't leave me alone for anything. Don't like it? Then don't read it.

Becoming a Diaper Boy

Chapter 1: Introduction

Even though Simon and Theodore were younger than Alvin, they started considering their brother to be the younger one as Alvin went through a stage of depression which he'd only just got out of a few years ago, but this left him vulnerable. His brothers were there for him when he needed them most, but this left his self-esteem shattered and he needed help socialising again as this depression had made him less confident. Simon and Theodore have kept quiet on the traumatic past that Alvin had to endure before the divorce of Claire and Dave. The past in which sent Alvin down the path of depression and even going to all time low of suicidal thoughts. Alvin, Simon and Theodore had a pretty nice childhood for the most part, but as the boys were turning 4 years old their innocence and childhood was thrown out the window.

The boys lived a normal childhood, well normal as you can define it before all that was changed forever. Alvin, Simon and Theodore were adopted by Dave Seville and Claire as babies however Alvin wasn't the boy who you'd think would have problems. For some unknown reason, most probably stubbornness Simon and Theodore got out of diapers before Alvin did, when it came to going to day care while Claire and Dave were at work, Simon and Theodore got to play with the older kids while Alvin being still in diapers was in the baby section of the day care. As most of Alvin's peers either were either mute or gabbled nonsense this impacted his communication skills. It also wasn't helped that the kids that could talk, teased him and laugh at him for wearing diapers at age four. Thanks to a patient mother, Claire managed to get him trained by the time Alvin was almost five years old. He however had to be diapered at night as he still bed-wet.

The night that changed Alvin's view of his adopted father came when Dave's business was going downhill and this led to him drinking away his worries. He'd go out numerous nights a week to drink away the stress of managing everything. His drinking is the turning point of Alvin and his brothers' home life. Dave's emotional instability is the reason why Alvin won't talk about him to this very day because of what he did to him. As Alvin was still bed-wetting; his father felt he should've outgrown this and started punishing him for it. His impatience led to cruel and inhumane abuse of forcing Alvin to wear diapers during the day and not letting him use the bathroom hence using the diapers for their intended use. If he even made too big of a mess in them his father would spank him with a belt. He was forced to play outside much to his embarrassment in triple-thick stacked diapers.

When the boys were turning six years old their parents divorced as Claire plucked up the courage to kick him out though her relationship with her three boys has taken a hit, particularly from Simon and Theodore who watched helplessly as their father abused Alvin so badly. This was turmoil for Alvin and they knew it'll take time for him to recover.

Alvin didn't get any better with his bed-wetting unsurprisingly worsening and became withdrawn from his peers because he knows that they know him from day care, they know that he'd worn diapers when they weren't. Now nine years old, he's not controlling his bed-wetting anymore. Simon and Theodore noticed that he had became so withdrawn that he spends a lot of his time in his bedroom or doing homework. It was starting to concern them now, the concern is spreading to Claire who query them about Alvin and the boys were told by Alvin to keep quiet no matter what, they lie and say he's fine. While Alvin is in his room he just sits on his bed thinking, 'is my life going to get any worse, or better from now?' as he quietly sobs into his pillow in despair. His head swamped with profanity and degrading words that come out of his father's mouth. He wanted it to go away, but it wouldn't, not for a second. When Claire calls him down for dinner, he sighs and comes downstairs gloomily, the atmosphere changes as he walks to the dining room. Dinner would be quiet for the most part especially Alvin who prods at his dinner whilst looking at the vacant seat of his father and remembering his conversations over dinner and the quiet morning breakfasts after his regular punishment. This leads to him getting up and walking off upstairs without eating.

Tonight was different, probably because he was a bit hungrier; he sat there in silence doing the same thing he does at dinner, prods his food as he stares at the vacant seat that once belonged to Dave, his father. His stomach started to moan and rumble as he obeyed its demands as he put a mouthful in his mouth and started to chew.

"Alvin, you're eating", Simon piped up.

"Yeah so Simon, don't we all eat Simon".

"Alvin, look we know that you have had it hard the last few years".

"Few years, ha more like my whole entire life, I can't sleep and I sob until I sleep when I wake… I wet my bed".

"I know Alvin, please understand nothing has changed apart from your punishment is no more, Alvin I'll do my best to get you over your bed-wetting troubles".

"You've tried everything mum, but yet guess what, nothings worked and I still wet the bed".

"I know Alvin, but trust me I want to help".

"Fine whatever, what are you going to do now?" asked Alvin.

"I'll see if it's physical or psychological".

"Ok mum, so you're going to get me seen by a doctor then?"

"If that's what it'll take then yes".

Alvin sat silently, nodded and continued to eat in silence. He sat looking at the empty spot one last time before excusing himself to retire back in his room. His room is fairly empty since Claire only can get the essentials, however she tries hard to manage Alvin's bed-wetting problem despite the financial issues. To support Alvin's needs she buys all the food at the cheaper superstores so that she could save the funds for Alvin's diapers which she manages to tone down to one per night as opposed to three a night. Alvin lay in bed; the stale urine smell from his mattress highlights the hardship of the family. He sighed as his head hit the cheaply made pillow on his bed as he thought of everything that had happened to him. He sat up as he heard his adoptive mum talk on the phone.

"Can I make an appointment for my son, Alvin please?"

"He's been bed-wetting for a few years".

A pause made the atmosphere in his room slightly uncomfortable.

"2:30 pm, tomorrow afternoon? That's fine, thank you, goodbye".

He laid back down, he thought, "2:30 pm, before the final lesson, yes I get to miss some school".

He looked around his room, his room basic as it is, a desk and chair to do schoolwork, shelves built by Claire was where his small collection of comics lay in a stack. He has a garbage bin; he could picture other kids playing with kids toys. Not him; all he has is a stuffed animal that is worn at best. All his toddler toys were taken from him by Dave for bed-wetting, not that he could help it. Alvin rolled to sitting on the bed as he saw his school bag and he knew he had homework. Knowing that he had nothing better to do, he took out his textbook on math and opened it to the assigned pages. For a nine year old, this seems heavy to do in a week given that his weakest subject is math. Luckily for him, Simon could quickly learn concepts then start tutoring him so that he could do the homework to a reasonable standard. He appreciates this act of kindness and it keeps him up to speed with his class; he just wishes that he could go to friends' houses and sleepover like any other kid would. He however is too shy and embarrassed by his bed-wetting that such a thing will not happen. He started reading about fractions. His face contorted into a disgusted expression.

"Fractions, my favourite, not", he sighed as he glanced at the two pages showing examples of adding and subtracting fractions.

He couldn't concentrate lying down, he stood and wandered over to the desk in front of him and placed the textbook down on it. His chair squeaked when he sat on it and began to read more intently.

"Ok 3/7 + 2/9 = 41/63, so how does that work?" he thought out loud to himself.

He chewed his pencil as he looked at the method they used in the textbook, "Find the LCM for both denominators, then use equivalent fractions to add them together … what?"

He thought about it more before realising, "Hang on", he jotted the multiples in a list on a scrap piece of paper and found 63 to be the lowest common multiple.

"Right now equivalent fractions", he flicked back in the chapter, "Ah I see multiply top by the divisible number to be equivalent", not realising that Simon is outside his door smiling at his brother problem solving on his own.

"Need any help?" asked Simon making Alvin jump.

"Whoa Simon, you made me jump, don't do that".

"Oops sorry Alvin, do you need some help?"

"Actually I think I have this covered, thanks for the offer though".

"You can't keep pretending that it isn't bothering you", Simon leaned on the door frame.

"Pretending what isn't bothering me?"

"You know, dad", replied Simon seeing Alvin stop writing mid question.

"I don't want to hear that word Simon, I told you a million times, now leave me alone and don't try to bring him back in like he should be forgiven, not after what I been through, no way".

"Ok Alvin, I'll just go, I'll see about getting a new mattress for your bed", said Simon with a hint of concern.

Alvin scoffed, "Huh don't bother I'll wreck the new mattress in a matter of nights anyway".

"Not unless we used protection on the bed", suggested Simon.

Alvin stood up and faced Simon with some hurt in his eyes, "Simon, you know how I feel about wearing… those things…I swore after what I been through that I never wear them again".

"Come sit on the bed let me talk to you about it".

Although Alvin and Simon fought with each other because of their different tolerance levels for their father figure who left, they share an unusually strong bond. Since Alvin bed-wets, he rarely has any friends to hang out with through embarrassment. At school the treatment of Alvin isn't pleasant, the kids think that they can lift his hoodie to check what he is wearing. The neighbourhood knows what Alvin has been through, wearing diapers was one thing that stuck and the kids like to tease him about it. Whenever he comes to school this treatment is intensive and he feels like it's them and him. Hence he tries any way possible to avoid school. Although he can shower in the mornings, it doesn't help that the kids subconsciously knows he bed-wets and won't sit with him. It's gotten so bad that he sits in his room all weekend staring into thin air while all the kids in the neighbourhood are outside playing.

He sat with Simon on his bed, he turns and blushes at the way the mattress is starting to turn yellow from his mishaps.

"It's ok, Alvin you don't need to feel embarrassed no more".

"What's the point, Simon? Why bother trying to make me feel better when my whole innocence has been stripped from me?"

"You are innocent Alvin; he didn't want to hurt you".

"But he did Simon and you can't change that", Alvin looked at him with a hint of hurt on his face.

Simon looked down, Alvin shook his head, "No comment, perfect I win this round Simon, now I'd like to complete my homework in peace".

Simon walked to the doorway of the bedroom and stopped at the entrance, "You know Alvin, I try to help you get over the trauma you endured, but when you do this like a game, I can't help you like a brother should", he stopped and closed his eyes, "He was once happy you know", he left Alvin to his thoughts.

"Yeah happy, what's that?" asked Alvin to no-one in particular.

It took Alvin a few weeks to convincingly stay dry enough to be done with protective equipment at night, to his relief.

"Alvin, another dry night, I guess you needed to forget, eh?"

"Yeah I knew I could beat it".

"Good for you, I'll treat you to a takeout for beating this".

Simon and Theodore were sitting at the table eating breakfast as Alvin sat with them, Simon looked incredulously at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm impressed by the fact you don't wet the bed no more".

"Like you said Simon, I needed to leave everything in the past".

"I'm proud of you Alvin", piped his little brother.

He couldn't help, but smile at his innocent brother, "Thanks Theodore".

Despite the handicap in attention in class, Alvin is getting above average grades in all his classes and this may be due to having no friendships from the constant bullying about his bed wetting. He had very few hobbies although one of his favourite past-times is riding his bike. Due to the abuse that his father inflicted on him, he has become self-conscious of his body and hated swimming.

Alvin thought things were looking up for him when two boys befriended him suddenly without a trace of a connection; their names were Mitchell and Carl. Mitchell is in the same grade as Alvin while Carl is a year younger than them. They were both decent, ordinary kids albeit a bit unkempt, and both were strangers to the barber shop. They talked about other things in their lives; the surprise they showed was they did not tease Alvin about his past mishaps with diapers or anything. They talked about their parents being workaholics and rarely saw them for who they were. Alvin revealed that he had been a victim of an abusive father. They identified that this caused the breakdown of Alvin's confidence; they decided that he needed to get the confidence back. One day Alvin decided that they should come over to his house after school to play. He wandered to Mitchell and Carl.

"Hey Mitchell", greeted Alvin.

"Hi Alvin", Mitchell greeted back.

"Want to come over after school?"

"Sure Alvin".

"Mitchell, what about our parents?" asked Carl sceptically.

"What about them? They'll be working as always, I don't care if they find out we never came home".

"So you'll be coming then?"

"Yeah Alvin we'll meet you here after school".

"Cool", said Alvin.

That afternoon they came over to Alvin's house, Simon and Theodore were sceptical of the boys even his mum was too, but they decided to allow Alvin to enjoy having his first real friendship since her husband left all those years ago. Alvin being so vulnerable, Simon was worried that the boys will guide his brother to do anti-social things or peer pressure him into doing stuff that would make him uncomfortable. He also didn't want to see them take advantage of him either. The first sign of trouble appeared when he saw that Alvin was given the boys money for lunch and never saw it get paid back. To Alvin, he is only being nice and not upset his friends. He didn't use swear words either, he is even uncomfortable with mild terms such as "butt" and "poop", he has heard much more stronger terms be referred to from his father.

Carl and Mitchell decided that Alvin needed toughening up, since it was easy for them to borrow money from him without a confrontation. They referred to him as geeky and weak, Alvin is led to believe them since they were his friends and didn't want to disagree with them. They played Nintendo and read comics. They seemed decent though they did take advantage of Alvin's kind nature. When they left, Alvin wandered to dinner and sat feeling a bit better in himself. Noticing a change in expression on the face of Alvin is encouraging to Claire as she hasn't seen him smile since the day her husband left the house.

After dinner, Alvin went upstairs to complete his homework as promised to his mum that he'd do it as soon as Carl and Mitchell left for home. Playing with them was encouraging to his self-worth, his self-esteem is still down though, but his mind is clear of degrading thoughts at least. He lay in his bed without protection and looked up at the ceiling as he thought, "Where will my life go from here? Will it get better now that I have friends?"