Thomas was a relatively popular boy among his classmates at Huntersville High. Despite only being a freshman, he was in cliques with upperclassmen and was well liked by faculty. Life was his oyster.

What he couldn't anticipate, however, were the changes he would be going through in his teenage years.
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Thomas sat in the back of Mr. Lawson's science class, doodling in his notebook, looking out the second-story window and wishing that school could hurry up and be over with for the day. There was only so much of introductory physics that he could stomach. Suddenly his friend, Logan, passed him a note.

"Party at my place tonight. Drinks will be provided. Parents out of town. Be there."

Thomas looked at Logan inquisitively. Logan should have known that he wasn't the partying type, and was quite adamant about abstaining from alcohol. And yet here was the invitation. Another note found its way into Thomas's hand.

"Live a little. For once in your boring life!"

He furrowed his brow, considering the pros and cons of attending. This wasn't the first time Logan had invited him to one of his functions, so maybe he would just drop by to be polite. Thomas penned a cool acceptance note in reply.

"See you tonight."

The bell rang. The school emptied for the day. Thomas found his way to the party that night.

The details were unimportant. What mattered was that against his expectations, Thomas was now sitting in a police car, waiting for his father to collect him.

"Yes sir. There was underage drinking. No sir. We found a bag of cannabis on one of the kids, so you might want to have a talk with your son about the company he keeps. Alright." The cop hung up his phone and glanced in Thomas's direction. Several minutes later, his father pulled onto the scene.

The ride home was as one might expect following such an incident. "You're in a lot of trouble. I'm not happy with you right now." His father reprimanded his carelessness. His mother was similarly inclined. "Your father is right. You could have been in trouble with the law."

The following day was a Saturday. Thomas rolled over in bed after waking up, but his parents had other plans. There was a knock on his door as it was already opening. He sat up and looked his father in the eyes. "Come downstairs kiddo. We need to talk."

He dragged himself to the living room where his parents were waiting. On the floor in front of the TV sat his little brother, Andrew, completely unaware of the current issue. Thomas sat in the armchair across the room from his parents, distancing himself from their disappointed expressions.
Wasting no words, his mother spoke up. "You're grounded for a month." 

A month? Thomas's life was over. His mouth came open in disbelief. As if anticipating this reaction, his father continued before he could voice his discontentment.

"Your mother and I understand that you weren't drinking or smoking, or anything like that. But it's about time that you really think about who you associate with. Any of those other kids could've accused you of possession. That's a criminal record before you're even out of high school."

Thomas knew better than to talk back at this point. No explanation or excuse was getting him out of his punishment. His parents continued their lecture, and by the end of the morning Thomas had three new rules to follow for a month.
1. No computer time (unless for school work) after 5pm
2. No leaving the house unattended.
3. Bed time at 9:30pm

Naturally, the dramatic teen spent most of the day moping around and crying into his pillow. He was miserable. 

Occasionally, Thomas would catch glimpses of Andrew having fun running down the hall playing loudly. Emotions running high, the teen marched into the hall and angrily grabbed his wrist and yelled at his brother.

"Quiet the hell down! You're so freaking annoying!"

Andrew stopped immediately and started to tear up. Thomas switched gears immediately and began to panic. He pulled him into his room and started to try and shut the boy up. No words were enough to quell the crying and soon, Andrew was inconsolable.

As Thomas lost his grip on his brother, the child ran out of the room toward his parents, uttering a single threat. "You'll regret that!"

One stern talking to later, Thomas's new bedtime was 9:00. He felt like a naughty child. As if no better than his snot-nosed kid brother.

That night, he cried himself to sleep.

When Thomas awoke the next morning, the sun was barely above the horizon, the birds outside were chirping, and....

He had wet the bed?

Thomas's mind raced for any explanation. Maybe the stress had caused it. Maybe it was just sweat. He sniffed the sheets. It was pee.

Panic once again swept over him. How could he excuse this to his parents? He could try lying, but that would never fly. The truth would come out eventually, and then he'd be in for it.

His only option was to launder the bedding himself. The only problem was that being a teenage boy, he had never done laundry before in his life. He tried his best, but after a small incident involving too much detergent, he was forced to explain himself. Thomas's mother was understanding at least. A one-off accident, she said.

The trouble started after the fourth night in a row of wet sheets. Thomas's parents began to wonder if maybe he was doing this in retaliation against his grounding. In any case, their only recourse was to suggest bedwetting pull-ups.

Thomas was mortified. Pull ups? He would rather die. How could he ever face his friends if they found out about this? Reluctantly though, he agreed if only to spare himself the discomfort of waking up with cold piss all over him.

Andrew naturally found this amusing. His big brother wearing DIAPERS to bed? The teen bowed his head away in shame after any offhand comments from his brother, and his ego was suffering hard at this point. He was supposed to be looked up to, not the other way around.

Several more nights of bedwetting later, Thomas was desperate for a solution. He had tried everything including nothing to drink in the hours before bed. Nothing seemed to make a difference. It wouldn't be so bad if his brother wasn't constantly teasing him though. What was he supposed to do, tattle on a 7 year old for teasing him? Even he knew that was an immature idea.

Something of a shock though, came one night later that week. Thomas was fast asleep when suddenly he woke to find Andrew standing beside the bed, staring. Something was off about him.
"So, puddles, enjoying your diapers? You like being a dumb bedwetter?" Andrew declared in his high pitched kid voice.

Thomas was at a loss for words. What the hell was going on?

"I've decided to take a more active approach with you. Oh, and you won't be telling mommy and daddy about this. If you do, I'll show your whole school these pictures of you." 

"What pictures?" Thomas whispered, afraid.

Andrew raised his hand and grasped the air beside him. A spread of polaroid pictures materialized in his hand. Thomas couldn't believe his eyes. He must be dreaming.

If that was the case, then this was a true nightmare. The photos would destroy his reputation. Especially the one that showed him smiling and sucking his thumb.

"Give me those!" Thomas sprang forward and snatched at the images. As soon as they made contact with his fingers though, they poofed out of existence.

"I think you don't understand your position here, 'big bro'. You're going to do whatever I say from now on." Andrew threatened.

The teen was still convinced that he was dreaming. No way was magic real. No way was his little brother a manipulating blackmailer. All he needed to do was wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up!

And so he did. In a wet pull-up nevertheless, but at least the nightmare was over. He went about his normal morning and had his normal bowl of sugary cereal for breakfast. He glanced into the normal living room at his normal little brother as he ate.

Andrew stared back at him with an unusual expression, though. Upon a second-take Thomas noticed Andrew holding something and smirking at him. The photos!

Holy. Shit. It was real?

Thomas clammed up. He felt like he was going to be sick. Slowly he shuffled toward his brother, timid and uncertain.

"Good morning, 'big' bro." Andrew teased. "Would you pour me a bowl of cereal?"

Thomas's eyes widened at the request, (or rather, demand), and immediately set to the task out of fear. He presented the bowl to his brother in a gentle manner as to not offend.

"Thank you, puddles. You know I just hate to miss my Power Rangers" Andrew smiled as he sat in front of his show, and began sloppily shoveling cereal into his mouth. 

Thomas sat in the living room to keep an eye on his brother. After an inordinate amount of sentai nonsense, Andrew was satisfied with his morning and went upstairs to play.

The teen was quick to follow, much to the annoyance of his brother. Andrew snapped at him, "Listen here, puddles. If you think you can pull a fast one on me and change your fortunes, you're seriously more stupid than I thought. Why don't you run along and play with your toys and leave me alone for a while? I'll come get you if I want something."

"Stop calling me puddles."

"Or what? Gonna cry? Pee your pants maybe?" Andrew looked aside and smirked. "... Fine. Wish granted. Now scram."

The teen froze with realization. He almost lashed out. Almost ruined his life over a childish nickname.

He caught on after that. 'Play with your toys' wasn't a hypothetical. It was another demand. He made his way back to his room, and as if by magic, there was a new toy chest against the foot of his bed in plain view. The front of the chest even had his name on it.

"Tommy"

He walked over and nonchalantly opened it to find an assortment of Power Rangers action figures and other childish toys. Dreading retribution if he didn't obey his brother, Tommy pulled out a couple figures and began play fighting with them. A few minutes later, Andrew stepped though the doorway to observe.

"Having fun, Tommy? I picked those out special for you. We can play Power Rangers together whenever I want now!"

Tommy couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his eye that his playstation was missing, as well as his games. All had been replaced with a DVD player and kid-friendly movies and shows. And all had been hand picked to reflect his younger brother's taste.

He was upset to say the least, but he had no choice but to go along with his brother's demands for now. He continued playing until Andrew suggested that they go and have lunch. Naturally, this meant that Tommy would serve him.

They ate grilled cheese sandwiches made by their mom, and all the while, Andrew was attended to by his older brother.

"Tommy, what's gotten into you? You're being so sweet, helping your brother." Their mother remarked.

"Oh, mom, it's nothing. Just some stuff we talked about last night."

She eyed her son curiously but chose to let it slide. It sounded like a typical teenager thing to do. Maybe he was trying to reduce his punishment with good behavior, she thought.

Once the evening rolled around, Tommy was even more on edge. Sitting in his room watching 'Ben 10', he waited for any sign of his little brother and his whims. The teen's expectations met, Andrew invited himself into his room and stood with his arms crossed.

"What do you want now?" Tommy sighed despondently.

Andrew reached up above his head and yanked a pair of his own dirty underwear out of thin air. Yellowed front and faint skid marks in the rear, these undies were on their way out. The boy held them out in front of him. "These are yours from now on."

"What? Those are disgu-" Tommy stopped himself again, but not soon enough apparently. 

Andrew frowned and sighed as he approached his brother, dirty underwear in hand. Tommy didn't even have enough time to regret his words before he was magically bound in place, kneeling before his little brother.

"I don't want to hear it, 'big' bro. You know you don't have a choice anymore."

Andrew grabbed his chin and lifted it up so that he could look him in the eye.

"You'll worship these for the rest of the night." He pulled the waistband of the nasty undies taut and slipped them on over Tommy's head. The yellowed front was directly over the teen's nose.

"And tomorrow, you will wear them all day long without complaint. Do you understand?"

Tommy nodded, terrified as he gazed upward into his brother's eyes. Satisfied, Andrew released his magic grasp on the teen.

"Good boy. Now get your diapers on and get to bed."

Tommy obeyed without hesitation, slipping his pull-up on and settling under his covers. The stench of the undies would keep him company all night long.

It was only 8pm.

The following day, Tommy woke up to find the stained garment still firmly wrapped around his head. Remembering his brother's words, he stripped out of his wet pull-up and cleaned himself off with the baby wipes on his bedside table. Only then did he remove the undies from his head and pull them on like they were meant to be.

He still thought it was nasty, but better this than public humiliation at the hands of his brother. 

The rest of his normal clothes followed suit and soon he was on the bus bound for school. 

First period was uneventful at first.
"Logan Ramie."
"Here."
"Tommy Smith."
"Present."

Roll call continued while the students whispered among themselves. Logan had grown distant in the time following the failed house party, and so he didn't have much to say to Tommy aside from formalities in passing. Another boy, Leslie, tapped on Tommy's shoulder from the seat behind him.

"Are you going to the football game on Friday? I heard the team is really good this year!"

"I wanna, but I'll have to get back to you on that one. I might be... babysitting." Tommy furrowed his brow at the thought of what he really meant.

"Well alright... Say, do you smell that? Pee or something." Leslie crinkled his nose and waved his hand in front of his face.

Tommy's blood ran cold. He hadn't thought that the smell was that noticable, and yet now that he considered it, perhaps his overexposure rendered him noseblind to the stale pee staining his undies. He spent the rest of the school day trying to avoid drawing attention to himself. However, his luck ran out when he encountered Logan in the common area after lunch period.

Logan was acquainting himself with a group of boys when Tommy happened to be passing by. One of the boys called out to Tommy, stopping him in his tracks.

"Hey fruitcake. I heard you were staring at Leslie's ass the other day. Hey guys, clench your cheeks. Hahaha!"

The group of boys laughed at the joke. Logan, however, wore a look of disgust. "Man, shut the fuck up. Don't talk to him like that. It's fucked up."

"What, you're gonna take up for the fairy? You always were a crybaby, Logan." The bully snapped.

Tommy knew he couldn't let this continue. "Logan, you don't have to prove anything to these assholes."

"What the fuck did you call me? I'll make you regret that, runt!" The bully grappled Tommy into a full nelson while another boy circled around the group.

"Do it!"

The second boy pulled back his fist and punched Tommy square in the gut.

Logan looked dumbfounded. "What did you just-?"

Before he finished speaking, the second bully grabbed Tommy's pants waistband and ripped them down, exposing his stained cartoon underpants. Logan let out a gasp which resounded through the common room.

Soon, all eyes were on Tommy and his kiddie undies. His face turned red.

"Ugh! What the fuck?" The bully shoved Tommy loose from the headlock and he tumbled forward. The humiliated teen landed face-down, ass-up, showing off his skid marks to the whole student body. Some students jeered and laughed. Others walked away in disgust.

"Let's get out of here. This is just sad." The bullies cleared out and left Tommy alone.

He couldn't believe what just happened. He'd never been bullied before. His thoughts were muddled and confused. Anger. Frustration. Shame.

He struggled to stand, but found himself unable to move. The pain in his gut refused to subside. Worse still, he began to wet himself. All he could do was kneel in his piss and cry.

"Tommy! Are you okay?" Leslie rushed over and helped him to his feet. Tears streamed down his cheeks and snot ran down to his chin.

"Just stay calm, man. Everything's going to be fine." He muttered soothingly, patting his friend on the back. Tommy tried to speak, but no coherent words came forth. It was all he could do to just yank his pants back up.

Leslie decided to sacrifice his jacket and wrapped it around Tommy's waist to hide his shame. "Come on, let's go to the nurse's office."

Tommy could barely stand. He leaned heavily on his friend, who carried him to the nurse's office in silence. Neither of them said a word during the walk. When they arrived, the nurse took one look at his state of dress and ushered both boys inside.

"I'm going to need an explanation." Ms. Flemings spoke sternly, shutting the door behind them.

"It was Braden and his group." Leslie started.

"That's all I need to hear about that." She interrupted. "Tommy, I have some clothes here in the lost and found bin. Let's get you cleaned up."

The nurse assisted Tommy with his clothes, only to be taken aback by his 'choice' of underwear. She blushed and covered her mouth in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. We should probably just throw these out-"

"No!" Tommy yelled almost automatically.

He collected himself and explained that he was only borrowing them and that he needed to keep them.

She sighed, not wanting to get confrontational. "Alright. I'll just put them in a bag for you..."

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief himself.

"Leslie, would you keep Tommy some company while I give his parents a call?"

"Sure thing!" Leslie smiled warmly and led Tommy over to a nearby couch.

As they sat together, Leslie's face showed that he cared deeply for Tommy in this moment. Tommy, noticing the other boy's genuine expression, blushed and looked away.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Leslie broke the ice. "So... how are you feeling? They didn't hurt you too bad, right?"

"I'm alright now, mostly. I just wanna go home...... mostly." Tommy muttered, dreading seeing his little brother again.

Tommy's mother arrived shortly afterward and Leslie escorted him out to the vehicle, seeing him off and wishing him the best with a long warm hug.

The ride home was filled with questions. "Why are you wearing your younger brother's underwear to school?" was the foremost on his mother's mind, however.

"You... wouldn't believe me." Tommy sulked, clutching the plastic bag tighter and feeling the still-damp garment within.

His mom frowned. "You can tell me. I promise I'll at least hear you out. I'm worried about you."

There was no way that she would believe such an outlandish story as Andrew having magic powers. Instead, he decided to make something up on the spot. It wasn't exactly believable upon review, but his mother seemed satisfied for the time.

Andrew arrived home from school not long after Tommy did, and immediately shot the teen a knowing sneer. He strode over to his brother and beckoned for him to join him in his bedroom. The pair made their way and shut the bedroom door behind them for privacy.

"Quite the show you put on at school today! One might even think that I planned it to go that way from the beginning." He laughed out loud.

Tommy was not amused, and cursed at his brother, "You ruined my life! I'll never have any friends at school ever again because of you! Everyone saw me like that! You can't keep treating me like this!"

Andrew snorted at the idea. His voice took a creepy tone as he explained, "Of course I can. I can make people do whatever I want them to. And remember Leslie? He didn't even exist until this morning. I made him just for you."

Absurd. Now he was capable of inventing people? Tommy scoffed at the notion. "Bullshit. Everyone at school knows him. And I've had a crush on him for years!"

"Sure you did, baby bro." The boy rolled his eyes. "I think a demonstration is in order, since you still insist on defying me."

Before Tommy could react, he was thrust into the air and his clothes disintegrated right off of his body. Andrew took his time toying with his captive, spinning him upside down, and tickling his helpless dangling feet. Tommy wriggled helplessly, wondering what terrible treatment he was in for. 

Just then, he was lowered down onto his brother's bed. He felt his limbs getting pulled spread eagle, and magic unbreakable ropes coiled around his wrists and ankles. Andrew looked over his prey with satisfaction, eager to torment his brother some more.

The child glanced in the direction of his dirty clothes basket, and got a devious idea. Waving his fingers, he commanded the basket to open and approach him. One by one, he pulled the filthy smelly articles out. 

"Dress-up time, Tommy!" Andrew cheered.

Tommy braced himself as his younger brother set to work dressing him in the kiddie clothes.

"First comes your favorite undies." The child grinned and summoned the same soaked underwear Tommy had worn (and ruined) at school that day. He manipulated Tommy's bondage in such a way that he was able to be dressed but not escape.

Andrew pulled up the damp underwear slowly to savor Tommy's reaction. That of disgust mixed with confusion and terror and anger. Tommy was powerless to resist.

"Next we put your sockies on!"

Horrid smelly socks, of which Tommy could assume were once a light blue color, were slipped over his bound feet. The teen squirmed as his brother took his time once again, probing and tickling him to maximize the torment inflicted. Tommy was being played with in every sense of the phrase.

"Stop it! You-" Tommy was cut off by a third smelly sock being forced into his open mouth and tied in place by fourth around his head.

"How about a nice Barney T-shirt for the little pantswetter?" Andrew continued, ignoring the outburst.

This particular shirt was one that Andrew held onto since he was slightly younger. Despite his interest in action heroes, the child still had a soft spot for the purple dino.

The shirt was slipped over Tommy's head and arms through much effort. Tommy was small for his age, but the shirt was still a very tight fit. Nonetheless, fit him the shirt indeed did.

Tommy looked himself over and groaned. There was no way this was still real. This couldn't be happening to him! His life was fine just a week ago, and now he was stuck under his little brother's thumb for the foreseeable future.

Andrew giggled to himself, obviously having a great time at his brother's expense. "And now I suppose you should put some jeans on. Try not to ruin these."

The stiff denim was by far the most difficult to slip on. Tommy's legs were squeezed and each inch of progress was a victory. Once they were pulled all the way up, it was clear that the button would not be able to be fastened. Tommy lamented the pressure put on his balls by the tight pants.

"You look just about ready, stinky. Time for your shoes!" Andrew magically conjured a pair of primary colored Velcro shoes, knowing that despite any efforts he made to the contrary, none of the shoes that he already owned could be forced onto Tommy's feet.

The new shoes were slipped on without incident, besides a few more surprise tickles from Andrew. Tommy could feel how dirty the socks were against his soles more keenly now. His muffled grunts continuing to signify his distress, he pulled as hard as he could on his bondage. 

"Now that you're dressed up, it's time to play! We're gonna go have lots of fun together." Andrew snapped his fingers and they were both teleported to the local elementary school's playground.

Tommy looked around and realized where they were. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone seeing him in such an embarrassing position again. And yet his body moved against his will, and soon he was running alongside Andrew playing tag and myriad other kid games.

"Keep up, Tommy! Last one to the slide is a smelly chicken!" The boy called behind him childishly. Tommy, despite himself, ran along at a similar pace to his brother. As sure as this race was rigged, the tight kiddie clothes prevented Tommy from taking very long strides and he was forced to essentially hop along. 

The race was lost, and Andrew began his gloating, "Ha ha! You lose! Guess you're a stinky chicken now." 

Before Tommy could even conceive of what was happening, his body started doing the chicken dance, much to Andrew's amusement. The arm flaps and hand beaks were embarrassing enough, but when he was forced to wiggle his bottom and bend down, a fart escaped his backside.

"Told ya! Stinky!" Andrew laughed harder than before. This went on for several minutes, Tommy's mind screaming on the inside with a big smile on his face. The last loop of the dance was the coup de grace though, causing Tommy to mess his undies in catastrophic fashion.

"Less of a chicken and more of a baby, aren't you?" The child teased. "I don't play with babies, so go running back to your mommy!"

Andrew finished his dramatic turn and poofed himself away, leaving Tommy on the playground alone. The first thing he did with his bodily autonomy returned to him, he divested himself of his sock gag.

Panting and desperate to not be seen in this state, Tommy spun around, orienting himself and trying to determine which way would be home from here. What he didn't expect though, was to see none other than Leslie driving by the playground.

If there was one person that he'd wanted to avoid seeing him in this condition, it would have been Leslie. Against his pride, he frantically waved his hands. "Leslie! Help! I'm stuck! Please help!"

As Leslie pulled into the parking lot, Tommy considered his brother's claim that Leslie was created earlier today. He eventually resolved that even if that was the case, his 'fake' memories were still his, and that Leslie would never judge him, even in this state.

The older teen hopped out of the driver's seat and gasped once he got a better look at Tommy. "What happened to you?"

"You're not the first person who's asked me that today. I'll give you the same answer, too. You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth." Tommy replied sheepishly.

"Come on, Tommy. Tell me. I've got your back." Leslie said, reaching for his shoulder.

Tommy relented, and began explaining the strange turns of event which led him to this point. From being grounded after the party, to getting dressed up by magic and teleported to the playground. Leslie's mouth was agape with disbelief.

"And now you're here, coincidentally." Tommy finished.

Leslie had never heard such a tall tale, nor imagined that such things could happen. He had no reason to doubt Tommy, but the existence of magical little brothers was a scosche too much to fully believe. But, he was also willing to lend a helping hand. Tommy deserved at least that much.

"However you ended up like this, you clearly need some help. I'll take you home and we can figure something out." Leslie guided Tommy to the passenger seat of his car. The mostly silent ride was over before they knew it, and soon they arrived at the Smith household. 

Tommy strode toward the front door, Leslie in tow, dreading having to face his parents. He opened the door and was greeted by his mother. Her expression instantly changed when she recognized him. 

"Tommy Isaac Smith, you are supposed to be grounded. And you show up wearing that after sneaking out!?" His mother was livid.

Tommy buried his face in his hands, ashamed to be reprimanded in front of his crush.

"Mom, please, I'm sorry. It was an accident. I promise..." The teenager pleaded.

She didn't believe a word of it, and after catching a whiff of his stench, she was even more incredulous. "Did you poop yourself!? Those are your brother's clothes! They're ruined now." She spat.

"It's not what it looks like!" Tommy exclaimed desperately.

"Oh really? And what exactly am I looking at, then?" She crossed her arms in disbelief.

Leslie chimed in, "Ma'am, with respect, I found him alone like this. He's scared and confused. Maybe we should look at this from a more... understanding angle."

Her tone simmered down somewhat and she turned to the boy. "Please explain what happened."

Tommy recounted the entire story to her, including the detail about how Andrew was a manipulative sorcerer. Her entire demeanor shifted again, this time to shock. Shock at the sheer absurdity of his excuse.

Leslie, again, spoke up. "That's pretty much exactly what he told me, too."

Tommy's mother was unsure of what to make of the situation, but ultimately decided that the best course of action would be to get Tommy cleaned up and take him to see a psychologist as soon as possible.

Leslie asked if he could spend the night to help look after Tommy, to which his mother agreed. She considered Tommy lucky to have such a devoted friend. Tommy's mother led him upstairs and helped him undress and clean himself off. After a shower, Tommy was dressed in his own pajamas and his usual pull-ups.

Leslie, noticing his padded state, connected the events from earlier in his head. It almost made sense now that Tommy had incontinence issues. The remainder of the night was uneventful, Tommy unwilling to face his little brother. The two teens instead opted to watch some of the cartoon DVDs in Tommy's bedroom until they finally fell asleep together, holding hands.

The following morning was as normal as it had ever been. Tommy woke up in his poopy diaper, having messed himself in his sleep, like most every night before that. Leslie, sensing the movement in bed, woke up himself as well. The two headed downstairs almost immediately to catch some breakfast before leaving for the morning.

Andrew was already sitting at the diner table eating his cereal, when he noticed the teens descending the stairs. When they passed him to enter the kitchen, he complained and crinkled his nose, "Mommy! Tommy's awake. And he's stinky again!"

She spun around from her efforts in the kitchen, "Hush now, sweetie. You know he can't help it." She scolded the boy as she turned to greet Tommy. "Good morning, baby." She said sweetly and genuinely. "Have yourself some breakfast and I'll change you before you all have to leave." She patted him on the bottom and sent him to the table with a full plate. 

Once breakfast was done, Tommy got his promised diaper change on the living room floor in plain view of Leslie, which was normal. Leslie even helped with his changes sometimes when needed. Aside from a few teasing remarks from Andrew, the rest of the morning was good. Tommy was happy and ready for a fun day at daycare.