Rehabilitation

Chapter 4
First week

Chapter Description: Quick look back at the week that happened.

The whole week was hell. Simply put. They made us all start calling them mom and dad. If we disobeyed them we were usually spanked and put in time out. I got to know my new brothers a little better. We had rotating bath times so I shared the tub with Matt, Jack, and William at times. One funny thing i noted was that William had tattoos across his back. They were really faded and seemed to be completely gone on the second bath night i had with him.

I got to learn a little bit about all of my new brothers. Jack was a thief and would steal from jewelry shops. Matt used to run a drug business where he would move drugs from one side of the country to the other in bulk. William was some kind of computer genius and got caught hacking into peoples bank accounts.

Day one was not so bad. We spent the day swimming in the pool they had out back. Me and Jack looked to be about 9 while Matt still looked 10. William looked to be about 6. We all got to wear swimsuits, but they made William wear a swim diaper. It was one of the pull up types. He was so upset about it. Eventually Dad got him to wear it telling him that he better get used to it now. It was a nice day. We played and part of me forgot that i was an adult.

Day two was the start of what made the week hell. All we did during the day was watch TV and play hide and go seek around the house. Nothing was particularity bad about the day. After bath time we were sent to bed. I fell asleep just fine, but it was Jack that caused the problem. The next mourning he had wet his bed.

The mourning of day 3 was something else. He spent forever balling his eyes out while our mom cleaned him up and threw his sheets in the washer. We played in the back yard for the day, but it wasn’t until night that i learned of the ramifications of his accident. After bath time we went back to our room to find no underwear in the dresser. All that was there were pull ups. Jack pleaded with our mom that it would never happen again, but she insisted. Eventually he put them on. The true horror was when i asked where my underwear was. She told me that i had to wear them as well. I freaked out and yelled that it wasn’t me who wet the bed. She said that since we are twins we wear the same clothing. After a lot of arguing and spanking i finally conceded. She held them open for me and I stepped into them. She pulled them up to my waist. That night we got night shirts to wear, but no pants. i couldn’t fall asleep. The feel of the pull up was too bulky and was a constant reminder of my fate. I was mad at Jack and would’t talk to him.

All of day 4 i spent giving Jack the cold shoulder. At least we were presented with underwear for the day. It was rainy outside so we spent the day indoors watching movies and playing. After lunch when we had our afternoon naps. Jack and I had to sleep in pull ups for that too. It was humiliating. I learned later that William had already had to sleep in pull ups each night since day 1. Jack felt bad for what he had made me go through. I eventually got over it and talked to him again.

Day 5 was still a rainy day so we spent the day playing board games with mom and dad. The worst thing happened to William on that day. He wet his pants while awake without noticing it. A wet spot could be seen on the front of his shorts. He was beginning to look like a 5 year old, but his control had diminished to that of a toddlers. He was made to wear pull ups for the rest of the day. It had gotten even worse for him when a stench could be smelled while playing shoots and ladders. He had pooped his pull ups. He was taken up to his room to get cleaned up by mom. When he came back down though it was the biggest shock yet. He was wearing a diaper and a T-shirt. The T-shirt barely covered any of the disposable diaper up. None of us said anything. His eyes already looked red from his evident crying.

Day 6 was the day where Jack stopped feeling bad for wetting the bed. We were playing soccer outside when i had the sudden urge to pee. I went to go back into the house, but by the time i got back to the house i had a large wet spot on the front of my shorts. I felt the need to pee, but couldn’t hold it in. Jack was called in from the house and he got to see what i had done. We were taken up to our room and mom made a big display of taking all of our daytime underwear out of the draws. We slipped on some pull ups and our shorts and went back outside to play. I skipped over all the crying that went on, but needless to say; Jack didn’t feel bad anymore.

Day 7. Jack and I both woke up in wet pull ups. Jack wet his pull up during the day once, but not much else. William on the other hand now had the control of a baby and needed to be changed every time. He never made it to the toilet and didn’t even feel the need to go. He just went. It was weird cause he still looked like a 5 year old. He would just have his diapers changed where ever he was, Usually right in front of us all. It was a long week needless to say. Jack and I both looked to be about 7 while Matt looked to be about 8 or 9.