Big Brother Becomes Little BrotherI am 14 and my brother (called John) is 12, we are the same size, he is possibly slightly bigger. For a week we had to visit our Aunts. Our mum took us to the train station and told us that our aunt would pick us up at the other end.
On the train, because my John wets the bed, mum had put a pull-up on him. The train journey was 4 hours long. On the way we started playing dares. And after a while...
“I dare you to switch places with me for a week.” John said as the bottle landed on me. “Swapping clothes, underwear, everything. Aunt Silva hasn’t seen us for years so she won’t be able to tell the difference.”
“Okay bring it on.” I said not wanting to wimp out of the dare. “But you wet the bed...”
“What too scared to wear a pull-up?” He replied “I only wet occasionally so I won’t need it.”
We went into one of the toilets and I took off my Khaki’s, Skater Hoodie, ACDC t-shirt and Black boxers. John took off his Simpsons joggers, Transformers T-shirt and Pull-up. I had forgotten he was wearing one for the journey.
“We only have an hour left and she is expecting me to be wearing it.” John said.
“Oh alright” I still didn’t want to wuss out of the dare so I agreed.
John and I were now completely naked. We are the same height and as I am late developer. He had started puberty at 11. If anything he probably had more hair than me. I slipped on the pull-up.
“Here let me help you.” He said as he pulled it up tight. I placed the Simpsons joggers over and put on the Transformers t-shirt. He put on my clothes. Now looking in the mirror he looked at least 3 years older than me.
We went back to our seats and no one around us even noticed. It was weird wearing a pull-up. I probably hadn’t worn one since I was 2. I could feel it crinkling beneath me. I also felt subconscious that someone would see it sticking out the top.
When we got off the train Aunt Silva gave us both a massive hug squeezing the life out of me.
“I know about your little problem. Your mum told me you have bladder weakness.” She said. She took me and my brother into a changing room and took the pull-up of me and then got a pair of briefs covered in little Ben 10 logo’s. (I wear boxers, but do like my brother’s briefs and wear them as often as I can.)
For the first 3 days I had to wear Pull-ups to bed. On the 4th day our Aunt decided to take us on a 2 day trip. I had to wear a pull-up for the long journey. During the journey I had 3 cans of coke, big mistake, I really needed the toilet.
“I need the toilet” I said
“There is a service station in 20 minutes.” She replied “can you hold it in?” at that minute I went silent and red. She could tell what had happened.
She pulled into a fuelling station and went in to get a packet of diapers.
“Good job your wearing a pull-up” John smirked. I was so embarrassed.
“It was those 3 cokes’ that did it” I said. At that moment my aunt came back out with a packet of Dora the Explorer size 6 Diapers. She made me sit in the boot while she cleaned me up and put it on. I could not fit the Sponge-bob shorts I was wearing back on.
“Oh never mind it is only 20 minutes to the services now any way.” When we got there she said “keep it on you for the next 2 days, just in case, we won’t be near any toilets while we are in this place. There is a dress shop around that corner and that should be big enough to cover it. Otherwise you will have to walk around with just them on.”
So for that day and the next everyone who saw us thought I was a girl. On the 7th day we went back home and I swapped clothes with my brother, but even when we swapped clothes back and he put on the pull-up. I to also kept on a pull-up and when we got home his was dry and mine was not.