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Chapter 9

Johnny started to walk away.

“Where are you going?”

“Mom, I have to use the bathroom,” Johnny tried to interrupt his mother.

“One second. You can't go alone.”

Johnny had to go very badly. Even though he had the 'maturity' of a teenager, he had the bladder and muscles of a toddler. His need to go was sudden.

“I have to go!”

“Don't whine. One second.”

“Mom, please!”

“OK.”

Mom walked up to the nurse's station. Where's the lady's room?”

“It's down the hall and to your right.”

“Thank you.”

“Mom hurry.”

“I'm walking as fast as I can.”

A small spot appeared in Johnny's crotch. Even though no one could see it because of the tutu, Johnny knew what happened. His little hand flew to his crotch.

“HURRY!!!”

“OK, OK.”

Once they got to the bathroom, they entered the stall. It took much longer to undress. The tutu had to be pulled down first. Next the leotard and finally the tights. Johnny turned around and tried to hop on the toilet. It was a bit too tall for him. Mom helped him up.

When Johnny was finished, he wiped himself off as he had before. Mom also did what she could about the wet spot in his tights and leotard. They had to return to the car to get a pull-up for him. But there weren't any. All the pull-ups were left in the studio.

“I'll buy something in the hospital gift shop or something.”

“Excuse me, I need a pull-up for my daughter.”

“I'm sorry, we don't carry them here.”

“Do you know where I can get one? It seems she had a little accident.”

“This cutie? Awe. Did you know, you are the cutest little ballerina I saw today!" The clerk smiled at Johnny. He didn't smile back.

"If you go to pediatrics, maybe someone there will be able to help you out. We don't carry them at the gift shop.”

“OK, I'll try there. What floor?”

“Seven.”

“OK.”

Johnny could still feel the damp material on his crotch. “Why didn't mom listen to him when he said he had to go?”

“Hello,” mom said to one of the nurses on the seventh floor. “My son is downstairs and my little one had an accident. I was told that you can lend me a diaper.”

“Sure, wait right here.”

The nurse looked over at Johnny. She was an expert at sizes when it came to diapers. Even though Johnny was wearing a tutu, the nurse could estimate which size would work best for him.

The nurse proceeded to the closet which contained many supplies, including diapers, and found the proper size. The diaper was of a generic white variety which could be used on both boys and girls. She selected three diapers and handed them to mom.

The diapers were true diapers, not pull-ups. Mom didn't want to make a fuss; it was better than nothing at all.

“You can change her in there,” the nurse pointed out the lady's room.

“Thank you.”

“I can do it myself,” Johnny told mom.

“My isn't she rambunctious.”

Mom followed Johnny to the restroom.

Mom didn't want to seem out of place, not in this hospital. She picked Johnny up and carried him to be changed.

Johnny was about to protest again, but mom gave him a look. Johnny decided to keep quiet.

“I know. I know. But let's look like a normal toddler and mother. We're in enough trouble,” mom whispered.

Johnny was put on his back on a changing table. Mom pulled down the tutu and could see the wet spot on the leotard. The spot wasn't too bad. Johnny did have some control. She dried him off the best she could and then pulled down his leotard and tights. A moment later, mom decided to remove the tights entirely. She untied the ribbons on Johnny's ballet slippers.

“What are you doing?”

“Removing your tights. They're soaked.”

Johnny guessed she was right. Besides he didn't care if he wore the tights or not. He would be happy to be back in jeans and a t-shirt.

Mom expertly secured Johnny into the diaper and then put him back in the leotard and tutu. Dressed, they exited the restroom. Mom retrieved a plastic bag from the nurse. She put the wet tights inside and then put them into her purse along with the extra pair of diapers the nurse gave her. Mom also decided that Johnny didn't need to wear the ballet slippers he had been wearing. He could walk barefoot. Mom could carry him if need be.

“What took so long?” dad asked.

“Johnny didn't make it to the bathroom.” mom explained.

“Johnny, you wet yourself?”

“I told you I had to go!”

“I don't remember the last time you wet yourself.”

“I don't remember the last time I was this small.”

“Don't get smart with me!”

“Stop arguing. It's no big deal. Is there any word?”

“Yeah, the doctor just talked to me. He said the MRI looked pretty good.”

“Great!”

“But he said that 'Johnny' is acting like a baby.”

“I guess that makes sense. He is one.”

“They want to keep him here for tests.”

“What did you say?”

“What could I say? I had to agree.“

“DAD!!!!” Johnny exclaimed.

“What could I say? I couldn't take her home. She just fell and hit her head. She is acting like a baby. It would be strange to say I want her to go home.”

Johnny knew that what his dad told him was right.

“Can we see her?” mom asked.

“Soon, they are performing some tests.”

“What about me?”

“I guess you are stuck like this for a little while.”

“I don't want to.”

“I don't care what you want. Our main concern is Gracie!”

“This isn't fair. It was supposed to be only one day. Now I'm a baby in a diaper.”

“That reminds me. They said they had to put Gracie in a diaper too,” dad interjected.

“That's not that big a deal.”

“It will be in my friend's find out about this.”

“It's not about you. But if you continue acting like a toddler, I'll put you over my knee and spank you like one.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

“Try me! Just be quiet while your dad and I decide what to do.”

“Just swap me back.”

“We can't while Gracie is in the hospital. It's not possible.”

“Why, you swapped us before while we were sleeping.”

“That's different. We were at home.”

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