From Hot to Cold – Chapter Three
Michael spent the rest of the afternoon avoiding his usual intake of cola cans and made sure he was not guzzling drinks. His mother came back from shopping and he heard her pottering around downstairs. They enjoyed dinner together and Michael explained to his mum what he had read on-line, she was impressed he had taken proactive steps to try and help the situation.
“Well hopefully you can take control of it before we get to the doctor.” she said with a smile.
“Hopefully,” he responded “did you get a doughnut for me? It would be nice to have after dinner.”
“Yes, dear, I did.” she looked at her son and took a breath “I wanted to talk to you about the accidents you have been having, as well.”
Michael looked at her as she started to clear the plates away. She was nervous and felt awkward but knew she had to deal with the situation.
“As we cannot get to the doctors for a while, I feel that we need to do what we can in the meantime.” she started.
“Yeah, sure mum, that’s why I went on-line.” Michael answered.
“I know, sweetie, but I thought that we may be able to do a little more to contain the situation.”
“What do you mean contain?” Michael asked with a shrug.
“Well…I was looking for a temporary solution…um…I saw in the supermarket they sold…protection, for people that have accidents.”
Michael’s mum was struggling to find the right words, the last thing she wanted was to upset her son. He had been very grown up about the whole situation thus far. She had a slightly worried look and waited for a response.
“Protection…I don’t understand, what do you mean?” Michael asked confused.
Michael’s mum put the plates down on the kitchen surface, and asked him to follow her out of the kitchen and into the hallway. His mum headed towards a bag that she had left by the stairs. Normally Michael’s mum would leave the bathroom items, such as shower gel and toilet rolls, by the stairs before they were taken up. There was usually only one bag but now there were two. She grabbed the second one and pulled out a square package and held it up.
“What is that?” Michael asked with a disgruntled look.
“They are pants for you to wear at night, they will stop you waking up with wet sheets.” she explained. His head dropped a little and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.
“There is nothing to be worried about, these will help.” she continued.
“I don’t want to wear them, mum. I don’t need them.” he countered.
Michael’s mum put the package back in the bag and tried to hug her son to reassure him. He pulled back and turned away abruptly. He felt angry and his mum tried to hold his hands.
“Get off me.” he said quite angrily.
Michael’s mum was also feeling frustrated and decided that she needed to take the upper hand. She did not want to have to put her foot down but she also did not want to have to wash wet sheets for the next ten days.
“Listen, young man.” her tone was stern now and Michael realised she meant business “You will wear these, and I do not want any dramas about it. Now take these to your room!”
Michael reluctantly snatched the bag from his mum and started to climb the stairs towards his room. His mum stood at the bottom with her hands on her hips trying to hold her anger.
“You must realise, Michael, that I am only trying to help.” she said trying to diffuse that situation. There was no reply from Michael as he continued to walk up the stairs sulking.
Michael stayed in his room for the rest of the day and kept looking over at the bag while he played his game. He kept feeling upset at the thought of having to wear the protective pants, he did not want to use them but knew he was going to have to. It was soon quite late and he was feeling tired and wanted to sleep. His mum tried one last time to reconcile with her son but he was now frustrated and did not want to talk anymore. Michael was angry at his mum for buying him the incontinence pants and he felt embarrassed that he was being asked to wear them. His mum said goodnight to him and explained that if he did not wear the pants, and his bed was wet in the morning, she would be very upset.
As Michael brushed his teeth he calmed down he realised his mum was only trying to help and was not trying to treat him like a baby. He went in his room and sat on his bed. Michael took the bag from the floor and removed the package from it. He held it in his hands and looked at the information. There was small picture of the pants on the front and it said they were breathable and were unisex. There was twelve pants in the package and Michael realised that his mum had bought more than enough to last through till the doctors appointment. He looked on the back and realised that the pants could be torn at the sides when they needed to be taken off.
Michael sighed as he began to open the package. The pack opened at the sides and the first thing Michael noticed was a clean smell. It was quite a clinical smell and he thought of hospitals and similar places. Michael looked at the white pants inside and slowly pulled one from the front. His first touch of the pants was surprising, they were soft like real underwear. He thought they would feel like nappies, but was glad they were not made of plastic. He put the pants to his nose and got a further smell of what he had experienced before. Michael placed the pants beside him on the bed and put the pack in the plastic bag and back onto the floor.
He took a deep breath and started to remove his shorts. He stood at the front of the bed and picked up the pants, as he pulled it apart Michael noticed there was a front and back to the product and that they were rather stretchy. He took the plunge and put one leg through the hole and then the next. As he slowly pulled the pants up he noticed a slight rustling sound as it rubbed against his legs. He was not impressed by this but pulled the pants up to his crotch. He stood there and prodded at it before realising he needed to pull them up a little tighter. He did not like the slightly tight feel and he felt the bulge between his legs but did not think that it was particularly uncomfortable, in fact he thought they seemed like thick boxer shorts.
Michael went to sleep in his usual t-shirt but without his usual shorts. He thought that it would get to hot if he was wearing the pants and his shorts together. It took Michael a long time to get comfortable as he was not used to the bulk around his crotch area. Eventually though he drifted off and, as usual, had dreams as he slept deeply.
Michael’s dream was fantastical and full of surprises. He was a deep sea diver on a mission to rescue sailors stuck inside a sunken submarine. He had to fight off sharks and navigate a swarm of jellyfish without being stung. At one point he had to force himself through a strong current that was pushing him through an underwater cavern system. Michael was the hero and managed to save all the sailors to a huge cheer once they were all back on dry land. The celebrations were ended with the popping of champagne that was thrown all over Michael. As the dream ended and faded out Michael was brought around from his slumber into the real world.
The End of From Hot to Cold – Chapter Three.
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