He remembered the trip vaguely. The flight had taken so long that he fell asleep numerous times. The whole idea of moving again didn’t bother him too much, after all the moves they had already made anyway. He was born in Colorado Springs, Colorado at the air force academy while his parents were stationed there. After living there till he was two, they moved to Omaha Nebraska where Alan, his younger brother was born. When he was five they picked up and moved to Lakenheith, England. When he was eight he found himself in Bossier City, Louisiana. And now that he was thirteen, nearly fourteen, he found himself on a plane heading for Okinawa, Japan. This would be the last move for him. His father decided to retire after twenty-three years of service and go live in his wife’s hometown, where he met her almost eighteen years ago.
Will could not wait for the plane to touch down. His mother and father were both Greeks, but his mother grew up here. She learned Greek and Japanese at the same time from her mother, who was Japanese and then learned English in school. She joined the Air Force Reserves and spent some time moving around till she found herself stationed back home. There, she met Michael Galanos, a dentist on base, and married him less than a year later. Even though she hadn’t returned to her homeland in nearly twenty years, she brought it with her. She taught all three of her children to speak Japanese fluently, even if they couldn’t read and write that well. She also took the time to teach them all some traditional games, like Go and Mahjong.
This was her happiest moment. She spent most of the month that they were to move talking about how much everyone would love it there. Okinawa was a melting pot in her opinion, a Japanese America. She insisted her children would love their new home.
They moved almost immediately after Will and his brothers finished school. Their summer vacation would be spent moving in and getting acclimated to their new home. Because of some strings pulled, Michael Galanos lived in Officers’ Housing on the base in Okinawa. There were about ten families who lived on base but were no longer Air force personnel. The house was large and very comfortable. Although it didn’t look Japanese, Irene Galanos still loved it. She spent most of the summer planting a Japanese garden in the backyard and creating a Greek montage in the front, which included pillars and some Greek statues.
Before they had moved out to Japan, Irene’s family arranged for jobs for Irene and Michael when they got there so they could have a smooth transition. Irene would work at a local high school as a math teacher and Michael would continue practicing as a dentist in one of the town’s clinic. Both positions were good and the finance lucrative. They would lack for nothing, especially because they could still use the hospital on base as they needed. They could use the commissary too, which had great deals on food. All in all, life in Okinawa looked to be looking very well for the Galanos adults.
For the kids, it was another story. They spent their first summer without friends or any outside interaction. Will played Go with Alan and video games to entertain his mind. Alan simply followed Will’s example. Terry used their back yard to train in kempo, judo, and aikido. Occasionally Will would spar with him, but Terry was always too strong.
One of the things Will really missed was Kendo. It seemed odd to him that there was no local dojo he could practice at. His mom promised that when they settled in she would look for one, but she hadn’t had much luck. Sometimes he would go outside and swing his practice sword around to keep his muscles loose, but he felt he wouldn’t be getting any real practice anytime soon.
This was how the Galanos family came to Japan. Michael stood just under six feet, his balding, wispy hair blew everywhere in the windy summer climate. He had once been a gymnast, but no one could tell because of his beer gut. He was a good man, but barely home because of his work. Most of that first summer he had been adding to the house with his ideas. He loved to create things from wood and possessed a deftness for carpentry.
Irene stood at five feet and had long curly black hair, which looked to have been salted with white strands. She was very plump, like all Greek mothers should be, but had been in the process of losing weight and exercising. The amount of work her three boys did inspired her to try and regain her strength. She spent a lot of the end of summer getting ready for school by creating lesson plans rearranging furniture in her house.
Alan, a ten year old wore very messy, but wavy brown hair stood almost four and a half feet, tall for his age. He, like his mother, was plump and working on losing weight. His mind a steal trap he spent most of the summer reading when not playing rpg vide games with Will. He also tried to learn more about Go and managed to find a Go salon on base to walk to sometimes and play at.
Terry stood at almost five and half feet. His whole body was wiry and supple from the constant work he did to stay in shape. However, he was not bulky or ripped in appearance. He wore his long hair in a loose brown ponytail. He spent his time locked in his room exercising or painting. He had dreams of becoming a comic book artist and he spent a lot of time working on improving his technique
Will stood almost as tall, but had a lot less hair than Terry. The one feature that held these three as brothers were their faces. Each heart shaped and demure, they could have been mistaken for girls. The were all Bishonen, that is girly looking boys. And Will was a diaper lover.
THE BISHONEN DIAPER LOVER
Will walked along the aisles of the local Sam’s Club on a Sunday afternoon, the Sunday before School was to start for the fall semester. His mother and brother, Terry, left him alone to wander, as was his custom, while they went to find the items on their lists for school. As was also his custom, he went straight to the diaper aisle in the back of the store. He wore a suit that favored a dark shade of gray. Beneath all of this he wore a green Depends diaper, a diaper he had stolen a week before.
As he walked along the aisle he noticed that several babies diapers were tacked to the partitions so mothers could gauge what the diaper looked like and felt like for their babies. He felt hopelessly drawn to them and stared for several minutes until a random man asked him if he worked at the store. When he replied in a confused voice that he didn’t the man walked away with a smile on his face. Will shrugged and continued to stare. Finally, he grabbed the diaper and placed it in his pocket, as he was about to walk off, two store employees, a girl and a boy who appeared to be maybe eighteen, grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. As his face faded to a pallid white he gulped and smiled at the, but they had no smile to return. The boy told Will to empty his pocket and discovered the stolen diaper. Both of the employees stared at the boy before them who for all intents and purposes looked like he belonged in an honors English class as opposed to shoplifting baby diapers. The two conversed in Japanese, thinking Will couldn’t understand.
<> What the hell is this? <> the girl asked the boy. <> Why the hell is she stealing diapers? <>
<> I don’t know, <> The man replied. <> I guess we should tell the manager? <>
<> Do you really want to have to explain this? <> she scoffed. When he replied not really, she said. <> We’d have to call the police, too. I don’t know. This just seems so different from the guy trying to steal that DVD player earlier. Besides, I never thought I’d see a cute little girl stealing diapers of all things. <> Will wanted to correct her and state that he was a boy, but he was really scared and didn’t want to say anything.
“It would be awfully embarrassing for me to have to call the police on you for stealing diapers, kid,” the boy said in a stern tone. “This is going to be a warning to never do it again. Now get out of here!”
Left alone, and thinking he could not possibly have been luckier or scared at the same time Will bolted to the bathroom. ‘Thank God they didn’t ask to talk to my mom!’ His mind screamed at him. Feeling dirty and exposed, he entered one of the stalls and ripped off the Depends brief. He heard the door open a second later and through the crack he thought he could see the red tunic of one of the store clerks, one about the size of the boy who had let him go. Holding his breath, Will watched as the boy stood there for what seemed like minutes and then left. Not waiting for a chance that the boy might return, Will tossed the brief in the trash bin and high tailed it to his mom and brother who were now in the check out line. Before he walked to them he took a minute to calm down despite the fact that his heart still beat faster than he had ever felt it go before. Even after he ran two miles in gym class, his heart had not beat this fast. Terry gave him a strange look and asked if he was all right. Will said yes and chuckled.
They left the store and Will hoped to never come back lest he be put to shame by seeing those two employees. That same hour, he made a vow: I will never steal again! Never, not for any reason will I give myself a chance to relive this humiliation!
So it was that Will, in his fourteenth year of life gave up diapers forever, for a second time.
When they got home, Will went to his room and opened his locked trunk where he kept his diapers. A pure child by nature, he didn’t have any porn as one might suspect from a young teenager in a locked trunk, nor did he plan on buying any. He was about to throw the diapers in the trash when someone behind him spoke.
“Did you steal these too?” Terry asked in a snide voice.
Will’s heart sank as he realized that not only his stealing had been discovered, which was bad enough, but that he also saw his secret life exposed in two piles of disposable diapers. “Terry!?”
Terry grinned and sat down on the floor next to his younger brother. The two looked very similar with their heart shaped faces and brown eyes. They stood close to the same height and weighed the same even though Terry was two years older. Either of them, if dressed as a girl could play the part well with their soft voices and graceful movements. While obviously not gay, both possessed an effeminate nature in everything they did. Terry wore his hair in a long ponytail and Will wore long scraggly curls that hugged his ears. He had wanted to imitate his brother and grow a ponytail as well, but he never guessed that it takes three times longer to grow out curly hair to that length.
“You never got over this thing, did you?” Terry asked, now sounding serious. Will didn’t answer, but looked down. When he was ten and Terry twelve he wore his younger brother, Alan’s diaper. He hadn’t been trained till three and a half so the large baby diapers fit on the small youth. Excited that his secret desires could be fulfilled, he had told Terry, who in turn told their mother and that ended Will’s fantasy of wearing diapers again. “I guess not. I suppose I need to go tell mom about this, don’t I?”
Will leapt up and grabbed Terry’s shoulder, “Terry! Please!” he cried, “Yes these are stolen, but I was caught. I’ll never steal again, I swear. I am giving these up too, so please don’t tell mom! PLEASE!”
“Tell me what?” his mom, Irene, asked as she walked into the room.
Will slammed the trunk shut and sat on it as she walked over to her two sons sitting in Will’s closet. “Nothing, Mom,” he said giving a pleading glance to Terry who smiled good-naturedly, the two had grown close in the two months of having only each other for companions. Before they moved to Japan, Terry hung out only with older kids and in a way looked down on his younger brothers who were neither as strong nor fast as him. Terry shook his head in wonderment that he would keep silent. A silence ensued and Will could hear a gust of wind splash against his window. A storm brewed outside and he could see flashes of lightning outside even though he couldn’t see any rain.
Irene could tell something was up, but decided to let he boys tell her if they wanted. After all, while Terry didn’t make tremendously good grades he scored above average. He made up for it in his art that one the awe of many in his high school despite the fact that he was a sophomore. Will stood in all honors courses in his sixth grade year and always seemed polite and quiet in all things. She knew neither of them could be into drugs and both seemed to be enjoying their youth. As she walked away to prepare dinner, she marveled at what could be the matter with Will today.
Terry shut the door behind her and joined Will on top of the chest, who now seemed a bit teary eyed and red faced. “Am I so weird, Terr?” he asked quietly.
His brother laughed and put his arm around his Will’s shoulder before saying, “With that hair you are beyond weird. You really should cut it short again.”
As Will’s hands shot to his hair he pouted, “It’s just in the goofy phase.”
“It’s been in the goofy phase since you were born,” Terry chided, “You just look less so when it’s short. But to answer your question, yes. I can’t understand why you want this so much, even to steal. I mean, you’re like the star altar boy. You don’t even own any porn.” He paused before adding, “You better stay out of mine.”
“So I am a freak?” Will asked, now on the verge of tears. Perhaps more effeminate than Terry, Will appeared almost six years younger than he really was. All old women found him too cute for words, and many girls his age wanted to dote on him and pretend he were a younger brother. He never had a girlfriend, or any real friends he could talk to. Only Terry knew this because unless one knew Will, one wouldn’t be able to guess he lived such a lonely existence. Will never let his feelings show unless he was very comfortable with someone. He lived in a shell and tried to bolster that shell by hiding his true emotions. Terry had taken a psychology course, but that didn’t help matters any because the book never mentioned anything about liking diapers.
“I don’t think so, Will,” he offered hesitantly. “But I think it may have something to do with your personality. You are antisocial, quiet, and very self-depreciative. Maybe it acts as a comfort zone to you?”
Will smiled weakly at this and wondered if it might be true. “Hey, Terr?”
“Yeah Will?” he asked with an older brother grin.
“You have a car so. . .” he said while looking down tapping his index fingers together as though he were pointing left and right.
“SO?” Terry asked getting suspicious.
“Well, maybe you could help me not have to steal anymore.”
“If you think I am going to buy diapers for you then you have just smoked yourself retarded, Will,” Terry said with a look of horror while saying quickly after, “Someone might see me and think they were for me! What if the clerk asked me what they were for? What if mom or dad saw them when I brought them in?”
Will didn’t feel like balking so he pressed on, “Come one, Terr. You agreed that I need them.”
“I agreed that you use them to comfort your weak ego and social skills,” Terry said coldly, “I think what you NEED is to go out and make friends!” Seeing this not have the desired affect of turning Will’s priorities to wholesome interaction, but rather that it upset the boy further he quieted down.
“I do have friends, Terr,” Will insisted. “I just can’t tell them about this, even in e-mail. I’ll try harder. PLEASE?”
Will had never had much luck with making friends. Terry never had that problem. With his good looks and “I don’t give a shit” attitude, people came to him in droves to be his friend. His peers loved this seemingly angst filled teen, so Terry never lacked for companionship. Will, on the other hand, was shy and very unassuming. If a situation might become painful for him he often would walk away instead of facing it. This cowardliness was what made Terry abandon him years earlier. Will was always such a baby. Now Terry knew why.
“You know I love you, Will, right?” Terry asked. When Will nodded he continued. “You can use these diapers as a crutch if you need to. Don’t throw them away. Use them if it makes you happy. I won’t betray you and tell mom like I did last time.” He started to get up to leave, but stayed and hugged Will to him. “I won’t abandon you ever again. I’ll defend you if you need me.”
After Terry left, Will continued to sit on the trunk and think about what had happened today. ‘So I should keep them?’ he thought. ‘Maybe Terry is right. I do feel a lot better when I am wearing them. Either way. I can make friends! But can I? AHHH! I am so confused.’ He glanced at the diapers in the trunk. He decided not to think about why anymore. He liked them and that was that. Tomorrow was a holiday so he would have no school, which would start on Tuesday. With this thought in mind, he pulled out another Depends brief and quickly diapered himself. He was about to pull up his jeans over the diapers when his door opened and Michael walked into the room. Without finishing the job, he jumped behind his closet door and politely, but in a rushed voice asked, “Ye, yes, Dad?” He couldn’t be sure if his father had seen.
Michael answered, “Oh, Terry just looked depressed and I was wondering if you had a fight with him.”
Will pulled up his pants from behind the door, silently cursing the rustle that the diaper made as he slid the jeans over them. He could only hope to mask the sound while talking. “No, sir. I didn’t fight with him! We just talked about some stuff. I think we’re both nervous about Tuesday. This will be our first foreign school experience, right. I mean England just had an American school on base.” His pants now up, he walked out from behind the door and stood before his father.
His father replied with an, “Oh, I see.” Will chuckled nervously and his father continued, “You guys shouldn’t worry though. Kenshiki is a rather American-like school too. Plus, his high school is next door too.” As Michael began to leave, Will turned to close his closet door, not even realizing that the back of his diaper shone clearly over the lip of his pants.
He went to bed that night in his diapers and woke in the middle of the night to the nightmare of his real day. Somehow, all of his secrets were being unraveled. His orderly life no longer looked so bright. He breathed heavily and stepped out of his bed and noticed that for the first time that he began to wear diapers, he had wet the bed.
Will looked at the bulge in the diaper that hadn’t been there when he went to bed. The cool stickiness of the congealed inner gel of the diaper sloshed when he moved and he realized that if he moved too much that the diaper would leak all over the place. Waddling like a duck, and feeling the loose sag of the diaper sway as he moved, Will made his way to the closet and carefully slid the diaper down his waste, afraid that untaping it would cause the contents to spill to the floor.
Feeling a slight irritation on his inner thighs where the diaper rested for so long in its full capacity, Will could tell he was developing a rash. Not possessing any creams or wipes, he could only dash to the shower and laboriously scrub his genitals and thighs. The whole time he stood there basking in the warm spray of the shower head thought to himself. I wet the bed. I haven’t wet the bed since I was five. How did it happen? Thank goodness I had a diaper on, but I still can’t believe it. Maybe if this happens a few more times I will have a legitimate excuse to wear diapers.
Then he thought about Terry’s reaction to helping him the night before. He swore he would never steal again, but now he felt he needed the diapers more than ever before. As he toweled off and walked to his room, he contemplated wearing a diaper during the day again. Usually he reserved it as a treat for himself on weekends, but today was Labor Day and he would have no school. While he combed gel into his hair so that the curls would seem more manageable he thought, Screw it. I will! Happily expecting the joy of diapering himself he walked to his room. And in it stood his little brother Alan staring at the sodden diaper in the closet.
Will’s heart lunged in his chest. Why is he up?! The sun hasn’t even come up so how on earth can my lazy little brother be up? Before Will could say anything, Alan spoke. Now Alan stood as perhaps the brightest of the three sons. While Terry stood as a farley smart kid, Alan shined as a near prodigy in elementary school. He read a lot and enjoyed strategy games. The thing that marked him the most was his undying loyalty to Will. He read mostly books read by Will and played games Will recommended. He acted as a little Will by imitating his favorite older brother. Now his older brother stood rooted in shame with a towel around his waist. “Mom needed your trunk for the trip she’s going on Tuesday,” Alan said slowly.
Will walked into his closet and saw in a brown paper bag, stacked almost lovingly, were his diapers in the place that his trunk had been. She must have come while he was in the shower. He fell to his knees and began sobbing uncontrollably. Alan looked in shock at his brother reduced to tears and then ran to get their mom.
Terry, whose room stood next to Will’s, heard the crying and darted in to see what was the matter. On seeing the diaper and the brown paper bag, he realized that Will’s secret was out. He didn’t say anything, but walked over to Will and slowly began stroking his hand through Will’s loose curls.
When Irene Galanos walked in she looked to Will and smiled at him. “Your report card for last semester came in yesterday, honey. You got all A’s and one B! I am so proud of you. You have no idea how much I love you, Will.” This seemed to make Will bawl even harder and his face grew very red. “Shh , Shh, don’t cry little one. Mommy will make it better.” She instructed Terry to place Will on the bed while she fetched a diaper and some powder. Though she hadn’t diapered Alan in almost four years, she hadn’t lost her skill as she lifted Will’s legs and placed the diaper beneath him, pulled the front between his legs, and then fastened the tapes, all the while humming happily to herself as she had when he was a baby. This humming calmed him down a bit so that instead of crying he just hiccoughed and breathed hard. His face looked redder than a can of coca-cola and his eyes appeared pink and teary. Irene kissed him on the cheek before picking up the wet diaper and smiling at Will.
“Honey, I think that this might not be absorbent enough for you,” she said with a smile.
Finally, Will managed to speak in a whisper, “How did you find out?”
She smiled at him with her eyes closed, “Mothers know all their children’s secrets,” she teased. “It’s our job. Do you think I don’t know every inch of my babies? I can tell by looking at you and I could tell when I would pat your bottom. Mommy knows all and sees all.” Terry looked a little red in the face and began to make a move for the door. “You just be glad your father doesn’t have these intuitions Tarlton Galanos or he would tan your hide for those tapes.”
“Shit!” Terry cursed.
“Watch your language!” she snapped before turning back to Will. “I figured you would try something like this again. I remember when you were younger and Terry told me about your little diaper horde. Even though you were spanked and told not to be a baby, you seemed more upset at losing the diapers than at the spanking or our reprimand. I guess this is just a part of who you are. Do you really want to wear diapers, William?”
Before Will could answer she gave him a look that said wait before continuing, “You must agree to some terms though if you are to do this. You will wear them all the time, not just on weekend, and you will use them for what they were made. I’ll buy you you’re diapers till you get a job and then it’s up to you. You will not change yourself while at home or at school. Now, do you agree?”
Will nodded and smiled at his mother who gave him a hug along with his brothers. A thought came to him at that moment. What will dad say?
As he was about to ask, his father walked in and smiled at his family saying, “Finally come out of the closet, son?”
Will mewled, “Daaaaad!” at the same time Irene said, “Michael!” Terry and Alan erupted in laughter, which soon engulfed the whole family.
The next day would be Will’s first day of school in Okinawa. PLEASE NOTE THAT THE AUTHOR KNOWS VERY LITTLE ABOUT THE JAPANESE SCHOOL SYTEM. WHILE HE KNOWS THERE IS A MILITARY BASE IN OKINAWA HE DOES NOT KNOW IF THERE IS AN AMERICAN SCHOOL NEAR BY. REMEMBER THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION
After walking to the school, which was no more than a few blocks from the base, Will went to the main office and smiled as he approached the desk. Though he was Greek, his mom was born here and grew up in Okinawa. She taught all three of her sons to speak Japanese, though none of them could write very well. Will had hoped on coming to Japan for the first time that he would get to see one of the schools his mother talked about, with sliding doors and no janitors because the kids cleaned up everything. He wanted to see fukus and shoe slots. What he saw surprised him.
It was a normal school, like every other he had been to. There were no tatami mats or girls running in bloomers calling out, “Fight O Fight O Fight O” In all he was disappointed. The walls of this edifice looked like a prison to him and the American Flag in the courtyard stole all of the foreign flavor he expected.
Once inside the office he smiled inwardly to see that at least the staff of the school was Japanese for the most part. The woman at the desk smiled at him and spoke with a heavy British accent. “Yes? May I help you?”
Will was taken aback by the brusqueness of her tone. He had expected diminutive women bowing all the time as well. Blushing, he said, " I need to see the nurse."
A wicked smile played on her lips as she looked down at the young boy.
“Ah!” she cackled, “You must be the baby I was told about. Please come this way Will-chan.” Will blushed furiously and followed her to the back room where he saw a myriad of offices and people working. The blue carpet smelt heavily of cleaner and the bustle of papers made him think this place resembled a stock broker’s office than a middle school.
The snotty receptionist left him at the door marked Nurse, and returned to her desk laughing cruelly at Will. He felt horrible and couldn’t help but be aware of the crinkle of the diaper between his legs. He drank a glass of juice earlier with breakfast and it had now caught up with him. He flooded his diaper and noticed that these depends briefs would never hold up with him. One wetting alone seemed too much for them to handle. He felt burning pee seep down his thighs, and began to tear up.
The door opened when he knocked and a kindly looking old woman opened the door. She smiled at Will and accepted his note from home before saying, <> Welcome to Kenshiki High school. I am nurse, Hayamizu. Pleased to meet you <>
Will did a double take as he realized she spoke to him in Japanese. Without pause he responded as his mother had taught him. He bowed his head and said <> I am Galanos, Will. Please take care of me<>
To this Nurse Hayamizu chortled happily and clapped her hand together like a school girl. Wow! Will thought. I guess it is true. If you try to speak to someone in their own language they will appreciate it.
<> Young man <> she said heartily, <> Forgive me if I am shocked, but I am used to dealing with snot nosed American kids all the time. They enjoy nothing more than making fun of me for not speaking English very well. I am just happy to hear someone treat me with some respect. <>
Will blushed and bowed a little to show deference and then handed his backpack to Nurse Hayamizu. <> I take it you have heard of me? <> he asked shyly.
She nodded and explained that she knew all about him through his mom, who spoke very well of him and said he had better behave. While they were talking, she took the diapers out of the bag and smiled. <> You use Depends? <> she asked, <> Why not try the Refre Super? It holds more than these little things <>
Will cocked his head and looked at her in confusion. She continued saying, <> I have a son about your age who is completely incontinent. That’s what we use. I also notice you have stained your pants. <> He blushed and allowed her to take down his pants and remove the wet diaper. She led him to the table in the room and had him lie down on it while she powdered him and then taped the diaper shut. She finished the job by giving him a loving pat on the behind.
As fate would have it, Naoto (her son) kept some spare clothes in the closet of her office. The two were about the same size so it was simple to use his pants. He kind of wondered if anyone would notice that he came in with brown khaki pants and left with black slacks. Both matched his blue button down. Once he had thanked Nurse Hayamizu profusely, Will opened the door to embark on his first day of school.
Hesitantly, he walked by the receptionist’s desk where the mean lady, Mrs. Kato. He breathed a sigh of relief as he approached the door, having not scene her and then jumped when he saw he on the other side. She gasped as she was startled to see him. She then noticed the difference in pants and a wicked smile came to her lip. “Did baby get her diaper changed?” she said in a syrupy voice laced with sarcasm. Will blushed and nodded. “Oh, what a cute baby girl!” she cried, swatting him on the butt rather hard. The diapers crinkled loudly.
Not wanting an explanation as to why she called him a girl, Will simply dashed into the hallway and merged with the people going to their classes. He tentatively made his way towards his homeroom. This being his second year in middle school, Will noticed that most of the people here already knew each other from childhood. New World, same story. No one wants to let a new guy into their lives.
Quietly he took his seat near a window and stared out at the Sakura tree in the front lawn of the school. The leaves had already turned so it wasn’t as spectacular a vision as he had hoped. He figured in the springtime he would get to see the majesty of the Cherry Blossoms.
While the school was designed to accommodate international students in the armed forces, Will noticed several people in the class were Japanese and speaking their own language. He saw that things at this school must be very cliquish, and wondered if anyone would befriend him.
The chance for a friend came when a slightly chubby Japanese boy with glasses sat next to him and smiled at him. Without introducing himself, he said, “So do you like computers?”
Will perked up and smiled. While no expert at computers, he was certainly no novice. “Sure, why?”
The boy opened up his backpack and produced a folder full of burned computer games. Only someone like Will could have appreciated them here in this school. The titles were varied and many. Mostly they were “galgames” He had a lot of games published by Leaf, Key, and several other big name companies. He noticed Kannon in the pile and smiled, “I really liked this one.”
The boy seemed at a loss for words, “You play these!? I was just going to mess with you, but you play these!?”
Will nodded and said, “I’ve played most of them. A friend of mine at my last station was into them and got me playing them.”
<> You understand Japanese? <> the boy asked Will hurriedly.
<> A little <> Will admitted, <> But sometimes the Kanji gives me trouble. I am Will. Galanos, William <>
<> Naoto. Hayamizu Naoto <>
It was then Will noticed the white in the boy’s book bag and realized it must be the super refre that his mom had talked about. He looked for some of the tell tale signs that Naoto was wearing a diaper but couldn’t tell. This may have been due largely to the coat Naoto wore which came to his thighs covering his bottom so that no bulge could be detected. He offered Will a certs from his inner breast pocket, which held many pencils and a calculator. There was no way to detect Naoto’s diaper.
After a few minutes the teacher came in and gave everyone their syllabi for the fall semester at Kenshiki. He discovered that Naoto shared almost all of his classes and was glad that he would have at least one friend in his new environment.
The two went down the hall to first period talking happily about games and books they had both read. Neither spoke of their shared undergarment at all and Will wondered what the day would bring. . .
TO BE CONTINUED
Will’s first class was English. The teacher turned out to be a rather heavyset man in his thirties who kept taking a cloth out of his breast pocket to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Will felt a little warm in the room, but he didn’t perspire nearly as much as the teacher. He looked to Naoto who sat behind him and noticed that Naoto also sweated, but refused to take off his coat. He shrugged and returned his attention to the class in general. No one seemed to be too enthused by the class and Will couldn’t really blame them. The monotonous tone of the teacher had already put three students into a coma and the subject matter he discussed didn’t exactly merit a standing ovation. Therefore, when the bell rang for second period, the whole class ran to the door like a pack of stampeding elephants.
As Naoto and Will walked down the hall to their next class, Will noticed Naoto stop suddenly screw up his face in what could be taken for pain. He turned to look at him and asked if he was alright. Naoto simply made a hand gesture telling Will to go ahead. It was then he noticed the odor coming from Naoto and he turned back again to his friend whose eye were now furtively glancing back and forth to see if anyone noticed. Those eyes stopped to settle on Will and began to tear up when they saw the understanding in his own eyes. Not wanting a scene in the middle of the hallway, Will grabbed Naoto’s hand and the two sped off to the office.
They made it to the door when Mrs. Kato was about to enter herself. Seeing Will again didn’t seem to please her much and when she smelt the raunchy odor coming from Naoto’s pants she seemed even more upset.
“Oh my God,” she said as loudly as she could so that several students down the hall turned and looked at her. “What is that horrible smell? It smells like someone crapped their pants!”
Naoto’s light skin faded to a parchment white and he began gasping for air as he fell against the wall. Will stood in front of him and decided to confront her. In a quiet voice Will explained Naoto’s predicament to her, though he guessed that she must already know this because he was a second year student at this school.
To this she exploded in laughter. “Well well. It would seem the diaper girl has found a diaper boyfriend!” Will blushed a deep scarlet in confusion, which quickly changed from a red of shame to a red of anger when she continued. “Sa, you should probably hurry to your nanny before you leak all over the floor. Little babies like you cannot be trusted. Aw, did I strike a nerve? Is little baby girl going to throw a tantrum in the middle of this crowded hallway?” Will quickly noticed a large crowd had gathered to see what was going on. Naoto just sat on the floor weeping.
Not able to stand this abuse any longer Will again grabbed Naoto’s arm and dragged him quickly into the office. The two drew quite a lot of stares as they ambled past the many cubicles as Naoto only continue to bawl and cry out, “Ka-chan,” over and over again.
Finally reached the nurse’s office and as we stepped in, Nurse Hayamizu quickly misread the situation and assumed Naoto was crying because he had an accident in class. Despite her mistake, Will felt she handled it properly. She tenderly lifted Naoto onto the table and pulled down his pants, cooing to him as one would do for a two year old. She expertly wiped the mess from his bottom and placed the used wipes in the old diaper before rolling it up. She then asked Will to get rid of it in the garbage can as she got another super refre. Will did as he was told and turned just in time to see Naoto smack the new diaper from his mother’s hand.
Still bawling he wailed, <> NO! I don’t want to wear diapers! I hate them! <>
<> Odd, <> she said picking up the fallen brief, <> You always liked them before. But, honey, I am sorry. That doesn’t change the fact that you have to wear them. You’ll have accidents otherwise. <>
<> But people make fun of me! <> he managed to get out before falling again into uncontrollable sobs.
At that moment, Will wished he could have been anywhere else. Despite the fact that the scene in the hall had been the utmost of humiliation for him, he still wanted to wear diapers. In fact, in the heat of the moment, he had flooded his own diaper in the hall and needed a change rather badly. The stupid Depends could not stand up to his wettings. The urine sloshed around in the diaper and he could feel a trickle of liquid down his inner leg. However, he felt nothing but the utmost sympathy for Naoto, who had no choice in the matter. But for the fact that it might have gotten him expelled, Will desperately wanted to hit that bitch Kato for what she did to Naoto. Lost in his own thoughts, Will missed what transpired between mother and son, but when he saw Nurse Hayamizu’s once wide and loving eyes narrowed to two dark slits of cold fury he quickly guessed the nature of it.
<> Don’t worry, honey, <> she said in a mild tone that didn’t match her eyes, <> I will talk to that woman and explain your situation to her. She is new to the school and has a VERY good relationship with the principle <>
‘She’s probably an “office lady”’ Will thought.
NOTE: Office ladies are the tramps of the Japanese Social Hierarchy in Businesses. They pretty much sleep their way to the top and mooch off of whoever is in power with their good looks.
After Naoto calmed down, Will piped in that he also needed a change. Nurse Hayamizu readily obliged. She lifted her son off the table and patted him on the behind as he smiled at her. She took down Will’s pants and frowned at the leakage. <> What did you drink? <> she asked <> The ocean? <>
Will chuckled as he noticed that the white of the diaper appeared to be quite a dark yellow now from the pee. He shrugged his shoulders and sat on the table, not sure what to say.
Naoto aided him by elbowing his exposed knee jokingly, " I see that those are my pants. You better not have pissed on them!"
Will laughed at the ribbing and smiled at Naoto before sticking his tongue out and saying “Nope, they’re dry, even if my legs aren’t!” They all chuckled and set about cleaning Will up. Instead of putting one Depends brief on him though, they put two with slashes made in the front and crotch made in the outer lining of the first one. When both diapers had been taped up, Will stood up and felt both exhilarated with the new bulk between his legs and nervous that it would now be slightly obvious that he was wearing diapers. In the end he shrugged it off and decided to take his love of diapers as far as he could.
When he slid up his pants he noticed the area around his bottom puffed out quite a bit, but the black pants didn’t give any tell tale creases so Will figured that as long as he wore a long shirt over his pants he would be fine. He now understood Naoto’s jacket strategy a little better.
Before the two of them began to leave the office to go to their second class, Nurse Hayamizu asked if either of them wanted to go home after the incident or have his parents called. Embarrassed enough by the incident, Will opted to just go to class and Naoto felt the same. The nurse frowned a little at this, but kindly said they could do as they wished. She gave them both a loving swat on their diapered behinds before sending them out.
<> Just get the receptionist to give you a note to get into class, boys <> she said as Naoto shut the door.
His heart beating a little less quickly than the last fifteen minutes, Will walked with Naoto to the receptionist desk hoping against all odds it wouldn’t be Kato. When they got there and noticed another lady sitting there, this one American by the look of her. Will asked politely if they could have notes to get back to class. He explained the situation to her and while a little shocked she did not immediately condemn them for wearing diapers. She merely shrugged and began penciling in two notes. Will was about to tell her to write only one because the two of them had Math together when a familiar voice said behind them, “Oh Don’t worry about notes.” He turned to see Mrs. Kato standing next to a black machine positioned on the wall. Connecting from it to her hand was a cord and microphone. ‘This must be the intercom system,’ Will thought. “I’ll just let the teacher know from here.”
She flicked a switch and every sector light on the black box shimmered green. Will could tell almost instantly what was happening and cried out loudly, “NO! Stop!”
It was too late, reverberating across the school came the static of the intercom. Every person stopped what he or she was doing and listened for the announcement. Will felt his heart would explode when the announcement finally came. "Would Mr. Brown please excuse Naoto Hayamizu and William Galanos for being late to class. Both of them needed their diapers changed and will therefore be late to class. Please be nice to these two babies, " she said glancing at them, “they’re really immature.”
Before Will could get to her to say what he thought, a streak of white flew across his vision and stopped in front of him. The next thing he heard was a resounding smack, which echoed not only in the office, but throughout the entire school. The intercom projected it all. Both Naoto and Will peaked behind the woman white, Nurse Hayamizu, and saw a livid red mark on Mrs. Kato’s face.
“You sadistic bitch!” Kato screamed into Nurse Hayamizu’s face. “It’s bad enough you keep your child in diapers but now you physically assault me! You can bet you your last dollar you won’t be working here anymore! I am going to report you to social services with Galanos. This is just so disgusting!”
Very slowly Nurse Hayamizu smiled. She shut off the intercom and spoke quietly, <> First of all, <> she began <>I don’t understand a damn word you have been saying. Which is a shame because my English is not that terrible. Second, you have injured my child and his friend so I am going to let you in on a little secret, bitch. I work here because I want to. I come from a very well off family. You should have considered that before challenging me. For any lawyer you buy I can buy ten, so don’t even bother. Not that it matters. My son is incontinent because of an accident when he was younger. <>
Will could tell that the bad blood between these two women went beyond this simple issue of Naoto’s diapers. The hatred in their eyes seemed to not even take in the others in the room. Will felt like he wasn’t even in their opinions at all.
Finally, Kato spoke, this time in her mother tongue. <> You may have wonHikaru, Akari, but I’ll have the last laugh here. Here I hold the cards. Now get out of here! <>
Nurse Hayamizu smiled and playfully slapped Kato’s cheek before saying, <> I am leaving. I am taking Naoto with me and I will find a place for him to go to school where he won’t have to deal with people like you! <>
<> There’s no such place! <> she spat. <> No one will accept him. No one will love him. He’ll just be another statistical suicide before he graduates.
After she said this, Will snapped and yelled in a furious tone, <> Take that back you conceited bitch! <>
It took a moment for Kato to register that the diaper girl spoke, but she retaliated just the same, <> What right have you to say anything , diaper girl? This is not your affair, and while Naoto may get out of having social service visiting them, your parents will not be spared. I’ll get them both locked up for child abuse <>
Nurse Hayamizu laughed heartily at this before saying, <> This boy is under my protection, . Touch him or his family and you will hear from my lawyers! <> she turned to Naoto who was still in shock about all of these strange developments and said sweetly, <> Come one Naoto, we’re going home. Will? Do you want to come with us? <>
Will was tempted, but something inside told him to stay and survive this day. He would look at it as a test and see how he got through it. He secretly set time of three months, one semester to see how he coped in this school. He never wanted to appear weak. Not to Terry, not to anyone. After he turned the offer down he copied Nurse Hayamizu’s phone number for later use and went to class.
The hallways were very quiet as he walked. To his ears the crinkling of the diapers echoed the entire length of the hall and beyond. 'Not that it matters much, 'he thought. 'The whole school knows my secret. I guess the best bet is to play it off as a medical condition. Remember, Will, you ‘re in enemy territory now. Any weakness will be pounced on. Be strong or you will be destroyed.’
No normal fourteen year old would think this way. Most, even after the explosion in the office, would have tried to make friends and adapt. Will wouldn’t. His family had moved every three years from the time before he was born. Change was a way of life and friendships would ultimately be severed by outside forces no matter how hard he tried. Not owning a computer until two years ago, Will couldn’t keep in contact with any of his former friends. Now, half way across the world his time zone made it impossible to talk to them except at very odd hours. Because he was always small for his age and quiet, people automatically targeted him. It always took a long time for people to accept him, even without diapers in the equation.
He entered the math class and sat in an empty seat without saying anything. The teacher thankfully did not stop his lecture so Will managed to sit without anyone noticing his diaper. Behind him he heard two girls speak softly in Japanese, <>Who’s the new girl? <>
<> I don’t know, but she’s cute, even if she dresses weird <>
Will turned beat red and went about the class normally. His unusually soft voice didn’t help matters much in that the girls all thought he just a had a little husky voice for his age. The class went on for only another half hour and then everyone started to get ready for their third period class. The girls from the class followed him to the next class and when he glanced behind him at them talking about him they all just gave playful screams saying <> She looked at us! <>
They did this until he finally stopped outside the science lab door and asked, <> Can I help you? <> This seemed to stop them in their tracks. The fact that he could understand them seemed to embarrass them more than a little and their game suddenly seemed very silly. <> Sorry <> he said after a moment <> Excuse me, but I need to get to class. <> He ducked in and sat at a seat in the back. This time, no happy student like Naoto came to make a friends with him. Some people that saw the scene in the hallway were in this class and started laying into Will. They called him baby and tried to get him to react and throw a tantrum or something, but he quietly glared and said nothing, either in defense or in retaliation. The class passed slowly for him as paper missiles kept finding their way to him. Some had notes saying ,“Why don’t you go home you big baby?” or “Does going to Kenshiki make you so scared you piss your pants?” What really pissed Will off with the show of obliviousness the teacher put into ignoring it.
At lunch, Will sat alone and ate the sandwich his mom made. While sitting there he flooded the diaper and was pleased to see that the double padding Nurse Hayamizu made worked to catch it all. Most of the other kids pointed and laughed at him. Will comforted himself thinking that the kids would forget about it in a few days and leave him alone. Until then he felt annoyed. He was especially annoyed that the next class was his least favorite: Gym.
However, when he got to the gym locker room he noticed several hakama and gi had been prepared for the students. It reminded Will of the dress kimono he received for Christmas that year to attend festivals in Japan. He had a yukata also. When he disrobed his diaper became evident to all the boys and they made fun of him to no end. He dressed fast and went out so that he could enjoy a little quiet. In the gymnasium he saw several shinai (bamboo swords) and kendo armors set up to the side.
His heart skipped a few beats and he let a let bit of his joy flow into the diaper. ‘KENDO!?’ he thought with glee. ‘Mom has taken me to kendo classes since I was six. This should be a lot of fun!’
After everyone was assembled, everyone looked excited. Whether Japanese and knowledge of Kendo or American and therefore part of the pop culture that loved swords, no one looked displeased at what they would be doing in gym. . .
To be continued. . .