Chapter 90: Evans First Day

Evan awoke to the soft hum of a mobile spinning above his crib, his pacifier still resting between his lips. His groggy mind took a few moments to catch up to reality before the crinkling sensation around his waist reminded him exactly where he was—and what had happened.

The door creaked open, and his father walked in, already dressed for work. “Morning, sport,” he said with a smirk. “Hope you slept well. It's time to get ready for school.”

Evan groaned behind his pacifier and sat up, the bulk of his nighttime diaper making it difficult to move freely. His father stepped over, lowering the crib rail with ease before reaching down to check him. “As expected,” his dad said, patting the front. “Completely soaked.”

Evan’s face burned with humiliation. He had never thought in a million years that he would start his school day with a diaper change.

His mother entered with a fresh one in hand, along with a new outfit. “We’ll make this quick,” she said, laying him down on the changing table. “The school nurse is expecting you today, and I’ve already packed your diaper bag.”

Evan’s stomach twisted at her words. “Mom, please, you can’t actually make me go like this,” he pleaded.

His dad crossed his arms. “You made your choices, Evan. Now you live with them. You’re going to school, and you’re going exactly as you are. No bathrooms, no exceptions.”

After a swift and efficient diaper change, Evan was dressed in an outfit no less humiliating—a pastel-colored shirt with an embroidered name on it and a pair of overalls that did nothing to hide the obvious bulge beneath them.

“Now, let’s get some breakfast in you before the bus comes,” his mother said, taking his hand and leading him downstairs.

As he was strapped into his highchair and presented with another bottle alongside a bowl of mushy oatmeal, the reality of his situation hit him even harder.

Jordan’s words echoed in his mind: *See you in school soon enough.*

Evan gulped. Today was going to be the worst day of his life.

After Evan was fed his breakfast, his dad said to meet you in the car after letting him out of his highchair.

Evan hesitated as he climbed out of the highchair, his legs still adjusting to the awkward bulk between them. His father gave him a firm look. “Don’t keep me waiting. Get your diaper bag and head to the car.”

His mother handed him the bag, which was embarrassingly decorated with babyish prints. Evan swallowed hard and slung it over his shoulder, the weight of the extra diapers inside making him feel even smaller.

As he stepped outside, the morning air did little to cool the burning shame on his face. The car was already running, and his dad was tapping impatiently on the steering wheel.

Evan slid into the back seat, shifting uncomfortably as the plastic padding crinkled beneath him. He was hoping, praying that somehow he could get through the day unnoticed.

But deep down, he knew Jordan wasn’t going to let that happen.

As they pulled out of the driveway, Evan stared out the window, dreading every second that brought him closer to school.

As they arrived at school, Evan's stomach began to grumble and churn. Remembering he had a bottle with breakfast, he turned to his dad and said, "You didn't?"

His dad smirked as he pulled into the school parking lot. “Didn’t what, son?”

Evan’s stomach churned violently, a deep gurgle echoing in the silent car. He clenched his fists, panic rising in his chest. “You put more of that stuff in my bottle, didn’t you?”

His dad chuckled, shifting the car into the park. “I told you, Evan. You’re going to learn. Now, go on. Don’t want to be late for class.”

Evan’s face turned pale as he gripped his stomach. “Dad, please, don’t make me do this,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

His father simply reached over, grabbed Evan’s diaper bag, and shoved it into his arms. “The nurse knows the deal. If you need a change, she’ll take care of it.”

Evan swallowed hard, feeling the weight of humiliation pressing down on him. He looked out the window, seeing students heading inside, completely unaware of the torment he was about to endure.

His dad unlocked the doors. “Out. Now.”

Tears pricked at Evan’s eyes as he slowly opened the car door and stepped out. The bulk between his legs felt even more obvious now, and every step toward the school felt like a countdown to his worst nightmare.

As he reached the entrance, his stomach gave another threatening gurgle.

And then, from behind him, he heard a familiar voice.

“Morning, baby boy.”

Jordan.

Evan’s blood ran cold.

Evan’s face burned red as he turned to face Jordan and Tyler. Tyler smirked slightly, leaning in and whispering, “Yeah, I still have to wear, but I only had to dress like that for a little while. You? Looks like this is your life now.”

Evan clenched his fists, his stomach churning violently. Jordan crossed his arms, looking Evan up and down with a smirk. “You don’t look so good, Evan. Gotta go?”

Evan’s breath hitched as another gurgle ripped through his gut, sending a wave of pressure downward. He squeezed his legs together instinctively, but the thick padding made it impossible to press them tightly.

Jordan chuckled. “Oh man, don’t tell me your dad gave you another dose this morning.”

Tyler snickered. “Looks like it’s about to hit, too.”

Evan turned away, his hands gripping his stomach. “Just… leave me alone,” he muttered, trying to push past them and get inside before things got worse.

But Jordan stepped in front of him, blocking the way. “What’s the rush? We’re just catching up.”

Evan groaned as another cramp hit him hard, and he realized he wasn’t going to last much longer. His face twisted in humiliation as the inevitable happened—his body gave in. A loud, uncontrollable noise filled the air, and warmth spread through the already thick padding.

Jordan and Tyler went silent for a moment before Jordan burst out laughing. “Oh my God, dude, you just—”

Evan’s eyes widened in horror, his body frozen in place as he felt the heavy mass settle in his diaper. Students passing by wrinkled their noses, some stopping and staring as the awful realization set in.

Tyler gave a sympathetic shrug. “Yeah, that never gets less embarrassing.”

Jordan grinned. “Well, I guess it’s time for your first trip to the nurse.” He patted Evan on the back, laughing. “Better get used to it, baby boy. This is only the beginning.”

Evan trudged down the hall, his face burning with humiliation as he clutched his bag. The stares and whispers followed him, but he kept his eyes fixed ahead, willing himself not to break down.

Reaching the nurse’s office, he hesitated for only a second before pushing the door open. Nurse Hulga, an older woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor, looked up from her desk. She spotted Evan’s bag and reached for it, assuming he was just another student in need of a bandage or some Tylenol.

Then, the smell hit her.

Her nose wrinkled immediately, and she stopped mid-motion. Her sharp eyes flicked to Evan, scanning him up and down. A knowing look crossed her face. “Oh,” she said flatly, leaning back in her chair. “So, you must be Evan.”

Evan swallowed hard, gripping his bag tighter. “Y-yeah,” he mumbled.

Nurse Hulga sighed, standing up. “Your father already called ahead. You’ll be using the clinic for changes from now on.” She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small laminated sign. “I was told to put this up when you arrived.”

Evan’s stomach dropped as he read the words:

**Changing in Progress – Knock Before Entering**

Before he could protest, Nurse Hulga gestured to the padded table in the corner. “Well? Let’s get this over with.”

Evan felt his body lock up in shame. This was going to be worse than he ever imagined.

Evan stood frozen as Nurse Hulga put on a pair of gloves and motioned for him to come closer. “Come on now, let’s not drag this out,” she said firmly.

His face burned with humiliation as he reluctantly shuffled toward the padded table. He hesitated before climbing up, but a sharp look from Nurse Hulga left him with no choice. Lying back, he squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could disappear.

She undid the tapes of his diaper with a practiced hand, her expression neutral. “Well, you certainly needed a change,” she remarked, wrinkling her nose slightly.

Evan bit his lip, his entire body tensing as she went through the process. She worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning him up without a hint of hesitation. The crinkling of a fresh diaper filled the air as she slid it under him, securing the tapes snugly.

“There. Fresh as can be,” she said, patting his leg lightly before tossing the used diaper into a bin. “Your dad packed plenty of extras, so I expect I’ll be seeing you again soon.”

Evan sat up, his face redder than ever, and grabbed his bag without a word. As he turned to leave, Nurse Hulga spoke again.

“Oh, and Evan?”

He paused, dreading what she’d say next.

“Next time, try not to wait so long. It’s easier for both of us if you come in before it gets that bad.”

Evan hurried out the door, ignoring the snickers from a few passing students who had clearly seen the sign. His day had barely begun, and it was already a nightmare.

Evan shuffled into the classroom, keeping his head down and hoping no one would say anything. But as soon as he stepped inside, the chatter died down, and all eyes turned to him. He felt his stomach twist—whether from nerves or the lingering effects of his breakfast, he wasn’t sure.

Jordan smirked from his seat. "Took you long enough, Evan. What, Nurse Hulga, take extra good care of you?"

A few students chuckled, and Evan’s face burned. He ignored them and made his way to his desk, trying to sit down as quickly as possible. But the unmistakable crinkle of his diaper filled the quiet room, making a few people snicker louder.

The teacher, Mr. Reynolds walked in and clapped his hands. “Alright, class, let’s get started. Turn to page 124 in your textbooks.”

Evan sighed in relief, hoping that meant everyone would just move on. But as he reached down for his book, he felt a small wad of paper hit the back of his head. He turned slightly, just in time to see Jordan snickering.

Unfolding the paper, Evan saw a simple message scrawled in big, bold letters:

**"Need a change already?"**

His hands clenched around the note as he fought back the urge to snap. He knew reacting would only make things worse.

And with the way his stomach still churned… this day was far from over.

By the time Evan made it through his first class, he was already exhausted. But he still had three more to go before lunch, and with each one, things only got worse.

In his second class, whispers followed him as he walked in. Some students didn’t even bother hiding their giggles. When he sat down, someone behind him made an exaggerated crinkling noise, and the whole row erupted into laughter.

“Man, I didn’t know we had a toddler in class,” one kid muttered.

Evan gritted his teeth and tried to focus on the lesson, but his face burned with embarrassment.

By the third class, things escalated. As he walked past Jordan’s desk, he felt a sudden tug on his waistband. Jordan had yanked his pants down just enough for the diaper to peek out.

“Oops,” Jordan said, smirking. “Better get that checked.”

The entire row gasped, and someone took a picture before Evan could yank his pants back up. The teacher didn’t notice, but Evan could hear people whispering behind him, the faint sound of typing—probably that picture being shared.

By the fourth class, Evan’s stomach was in knots, and it wasn’t just from nerves. He could still feel the effects of breakfast working through him, and lunch was still an hour away.

As he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, Jordan leaned over and whispered, “You’re not gonna last ‘til lunch, are you?”

Evan didn’t answer. He just focused on keeping his stomach under control.

But deep down, he knew Jordan was right.

As the teacher was halfway through their lecture, Evan raised his hand.

The teacher, Mr. Reynolds paused mid-sentence and glanced at Evan. “Yes, Evan?”

Evan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face already red. “Can I be excused?”

Mr. Colson sighed. “We’re in the middle of an important lecture. Can it wait?”

Evan clenched his jaw. He couldn’t exactly say *no* in front of everyone, not without making it obvious. He hesitated for a second too long.

A few students snickered. Jordan, seated a few rows over, smirked. “C’mon, teach, let the baby go before he has an *accident* in his seat.”

More laughter rippled through the room. Mr. Colson shot a warning look at Jordan but then turned back to Evan. “Fine. Go on.”

Evan didn’t wait for another second. He hurried out of the classroom, his stomach twisting with each step. But as he made his way down the hall, he knew deep down—he might not make it in time.

Principal Watkins stepped out of his office just as Evan hurried past.

“Evan! No running in the halls,” he said firmly, holding up a hand to stop him.

Evan froze, shifting from foot to foot. “Sir, please, I just need to—”

The principal raised an eyebrow, looking Evan up and down. Then, he caught a whiff of something unpleasant. His expression shifted from stern to mildly disgusted.

“Are you… having an issue, Evan?” Principal Watkins asked, his voice lowering.

Evan swallowed hard, his face burning. “I just need to get to the nurse,” he muttered.

Principal Watkins sighed and rubbed his temples. “Come on, let’s go,” he said, motioning for Evan to follow him.

Evan wanted to protest, but at this point, he had no choice. The principal leading him through the hallway only made the stares worse. The few students lingering in the hall turned to watch, whispering to each other as they passed.

By the time they reached the nurse’s office, Evan’s stomach gave another angry churn. He knew this day was only going to get worse.

Nurse Hulga looked up from her desk as Principal Watkins led Evan inside. The moment she saw Evan’s expression—red-faced, tense, shifting uncomfortably—she knew exactly what had happened.

Then, the sound hit. A loud, squelching noise followed by a pungent odor filling the small office.

“Oh dear,” she muttered, standing up.

Evan clenched his fists at his sides, absolutely humiliated as the principal sighed beside him.

“I believe he needs your assistance, Nurse Hulga,” Principal Watkins said, keeping his tone neutral but clearly wanting to get out of there.

Nurse Hulga nodded. “Alright, Evan, let’s get you changed.”

Evan barely moved, his legs locked in place. He felt the weight in his diaper shift slightly, only making it worse. He wished he could disappear.

“Come on now,” Nurse Hulga said, her tone gentle but firm as she guided him toward the changing area.

Behind him, Principal Watkins shook his head. “Evan, I sincerely hope this experience is teaching you something,” he said before turning and walking out, leaving Evan alone with the nurse—and his fresh humiliation.

Nurse Hulga guided Evan over to the changing station and patted the padded surface.

"Up you go," she said, pulling on a pair of gloves.

Evan hesitated, his face burning. "C-Can I just do it myself?" he muttered, barely able to look at her.

She shook her head. "Your father left clear instructions. I’m to handle all your changes while you're at school."

Evan swallowed hard but knew there was no use arguing. With a defeated sigh, he climbed up onto the changing table, wincing as the mess in his diaper shifted again.

Nurse Hulga hummed softly as she undid the tapes, peeling back the front of the diaper. The rush of cool air against his skin made Evan shudder.

“Whew,” she said, waving a hand in front of her nose. “Looks like breakfast really went through you, huh?”

Evan bit his lip, wishing he could be anywhere else.

She worked efficiently, wiping him down with cool, scented wipes before rolling up the soiled diaper and tossing it into the bin. Then, she slid a fresh one under him, powdered him generously, and taped it up snugly.

"There we go," she said, patting his hip. "All fresh."

Evan sat up quickly, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible.

"Thank you," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"You're welcome, dear," Nurse Hulga said with a knowing smile. "Now, back to class with you. Try to pace yourself on those bottles, hmm?"

Evan groaned, knowing there was still so much of the school day left—and that this was far from over.

Evan made it back to class, walking so as not to anger the principal just as the teacher was finishing his lecture.

Evan slipped quietly back into his seat, trying not to draw attention to himself. His classmates barely glanced at him, but he could still feel their eyes lingering, some stifling chuckles, others just shaking their heads.

The teacher wrapped up the lesson, writing the homework assignment on the board. Evan barely paid attention—his mind was too fixated on making it through the rest of the day without another humiliating trip to the nurse’s office.

As the bell rang, signaling the next period, Evan gathered his things, keeping his head down. Jordan and Tyler were waiting by the door, their expressions unreadable.

Jordan smirked. "How's it going, champ?"

Evan ignored him and brushed past, but Jordan wasn’t done.

"Better pace yourself on those bottles," he whispered

Evan clenched his fists, biting back a response.

Finally, it was lunchtime as Evan was walking to get his lunch, feeling kinda happy as it was chicken patty day until he was stopped by the principal.

Evan’s stomach dropped as the principal handed him a small insulated lunch bag. He took it hesitantly, his brief excitement over chicken patties fading fast.

“Your mother wanted to make sure you had exactly what you needed,” the principal said with a knowing look before walking away.

Evan swallowed hard and found an empty table, dreading what was inside. He unzipped the bag slowly, peeking in. His face turned red as he pulled out a jar of baby food labeled **"Chicken & Rice Purée"**, along with a baby spoon and—of course—a a bottle of formula.

The room around him seemed to close in. He could already hear the murmurs and snickers from nearby tables. Jordan and Tyler had just sat down with their trays full of real food when they noticed him.

Jordan grinned. “Oh man, let’s see it.”

Tyler chuckled. “Did they at least give you the mashed peas to go with it?”

Evan glared at them but said nothing. His stomach growled, reminding him he didn’t have another option. Hands shaking, he twisted the lid off the baby food. The smell hit him instantly—bland, mushy, and nothing like the crispy chicken patty he had been looking forward to.

He dipped the tiny spoon in and hesitated, knowing that the moment he took a bite, the entire cafeteria would see. But before he could even bring it to his mouth, a voice rang out.

“Hey, everyone! Looks like Evan’s got a special lunch today!”

Evan’s heart sank as he realized half the cafeteria was now staring at him.

Laughter and whispers spread through the cafeteria like wildfire. Evan’s hands trembled as he clutched the baby spoon, his face burning with embarrassment.

Jordan leaned back in his seat, arms crossed with an amused grin. “Go on, Evan. Eat up. Don’t wanna waste a good meal your mom packed just for you.”

Tyler chuckled but gave Evan a look of pity. “Hey, man… at least it’s, uh, probably healthier than this greasy patty?”

That didn’t help. Evan clenched his jaw, knowing he had no way out of this. His dad had made it clear—he had to follow through, or things would get even worse.

With a deep breath, he scooped up a spoonful of the mush and shoved it into his mouth. It was warm but utterly flavorless, the texture making his stomach turn. He forced himself to swallow, grimacing as a chorus of "Awww," and mocking baby noises filled the air.

Jordan pulled out his phone. “Oh, we gotta document this.”

Before Evan could protest, Jordan snapped a picture, capturing him mid-bite with a miserable expression.

Across the cafeteria, a group of students had completely abandoned their own lunches, fully entertained by the spectacle. A few were even recording.

Jordan glanced at Evan, who was sitting hunched over, staring at the table with a dead look in his eyes. His face was still red from embarrassment, and he hadn't said a word since lunch started.

Tyler was getting kinda bad and whispered to Jordan "jordy maybe we should ease back a bit. Evan looks like he's having it worse than i did,"

Jordan scoffed. "Come on, Tyler. Don't tell me you're going soft now."

Tyler shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I mean… yeah, he was a jerk, but dude, look at him. His own dad is making his life hell. I remember how bad it was for me, but this? This is the next level."You guys gave me 3 days before taking me on public,"

Jordan exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t about to admit it out loud, but Tyler had a point. The fun of teaching Evan a lesson was starting to feel… different now." Less like payback and more like kicking someone who was already down.

He watched as Evan slowly picked at the remaining bits of baby food, clearly only eating because he had no choice. The cafeteria noise drowned out whatever thoughts were swirling in Jordan’s head.

After a moment, Jordan finally muttered, "Yeah… maybe we do pull back a little."

Tyler nodded, relieved. "Good. 'Cause at this rate, I dunno if he'll even last the rest of the week."

Jordan, with all half of his chicken patty, looked to see if anyone who would get Evan in trouble was watching, seeing nobody slid Evan his chicken patty saying here, man.

Evan looked up in surprise, his eyes darting between the chicken patty and Jordan. His fingers trembled as he reached for it, hesitating for a second before grabbing it and taking a small bite.

He chewed slowly, the familiar taste of actual food bringing a strange sense of relief. He hadn't realized how hungry he really was until now.

Jordan sighed. "Look, man, I ain't saying you didn't deserve to learn a lesson, but… maybe we went too far. I get it now. It sucks being on the other side, huh?"

Evan swallowed and nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah… it does."

Tyler leaned in. "You gonna stop messing with people?"

Evan didn't hesitate this time. "Yeah. I swear."

Jordan gave a small nod. "Good." He glanced around again, making sure no teachers or students were paying too much attention. "Just eat fast, alright? If anyone asks, you didn't get it from me."

Evan nodded and took another bite, feeling a little bit of the weight on his shoulders lighten—if only for a moment.

Jordan then said hey man you only got 4 more classes after this abs your home free, Evan said actually I'm not my parents enrolled me in daycare I have to be there till my dad gets out of work at 7 school ends at 3 and the daycare is only 20 minutes from the school.

Jordan and Tyler exchanged glances, both looking a little shocked.

"Daycare?" Tyler repeated. "Like… with little kids?"

Evan sighed and nodded. "Yeah. My mom found some 'special' daycare for kids my age, whatever that means. I have to stay there for four hours after school every day."

Jordan let out a low whistle. "Damn, man… that's rough."

Tyler frowned. "You sure your parents aren’t taking this too far?"

Evan just shrugged. "Doesn’t matter. My dad said if I don’t learn my lesson, this is my new life."

Jordan leaned back and sighed. "Look, just survive the day. I’ll see if there's anything we can do."

Evan looked at him, surprised. "You’d help me?"

Jordan smirked. "Hey, I never said I wanted you stuck like this forever. I just wanted you to understand what it felt like."

Tyler nodded in agreement. "Yeah, man. Nobody deserves this forever."

For the first time all day, Evan felt a small spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could still turn around.

Jordan then picked up evans bottle and smelled it . It had laxatives in it, and jordan gestured toward Tyler, Tyler quickly went in his bag , pulled out his bottle and gave it to evan.

Evan hesitated for a moment, looking between Jordan and Tyler, then at the bottle Tyler was offering him.

"You sure?" Evan asked, glancing around to make sure no teachers were watching.

Tyler nodded. "Yeah, man. I don’t need it right now. You need a break."

Evan quickly swapped bottles, setting his own aside. He took a sip, relieved that it was just normal juice this time.

Jordan leaned in and whispered, "If your dad’s doing this every meal, you gotta be careful because this stuff is extremely powerful. We’ll try to help where we can."

Evan nodded, feeling a little more at ease. Maybe he wasn’t completely alone in this after all.

Jordan said your parents will probably expect you to use at least one more time before the end of the school day, considering what they put in your bottle.

Evan sighed, gripping the bottle tightly. "Yeah… I figured as much," he muttered.

Jordan leaned in closer. "Listen, you gotta be smart about this. If you don’t use it again, they might get suspicious. But if you do… well, you know what happens."

Tyler nodded. "Maybe you can fake it or something? Say Nurse Hulga already changed you, so they don’t check?"

Evan frowned. "I don’t know if that’ll work… my dad’s been pretty strict about making sure everything’s 'used properly' before I get home."

Jordan sighed. "Alright, then we just gotta be ready. If you start feeling it, at least try to time it so you’re somewhere safe—maybe near Nurse Hulga’s office. The last thing you want is it happening in the middle of class."

Evan nodded, feeling a little more in control, but still dreading the rest of the day. Evan then said, "As im leaving the nurses, she writes on a clipboard. I'm wondering if she is writing my time i use."

Jordan thought for a moment. "Yeah, that makes sense. Your dad probably asked her to keep track so he knows if you’re actually using them."

Tyler frowned. "That’s kinda messed up… like, what’s the end goal here? How long are they planning to keep this up?"

Evan sighed. "Dad said if I 'learn my lesson,' it’ll stop. But if I don’t, this is my new life. And knowing him, he’ll be looking for any excuse to say I haven’t learned it yet."

Jordan shook his head. "Alright, then we gotta be careful. Maybe we figure out a way to mess with the records—like, make it look like you’re following their plan without actually doing everything they expect."

Tyler smirked. "Yeah, or at least find a way to show them you’re improving so they back off sooner."

Evan looked at his friends, feeling a small sense of hope. "You guys really wanna help?"

Jordan chuckled. "Dude, we may have started this, but we’re not about to let it go too far. We’re gonna figure something out."

The lunch bell rang next class was gym evans eyes went wide, Jordan went what it's only gym, Evan said the gym teacher is the football coach and he's in my contacts.

Jordan’s eyes widened as well. "Oh… so he probably got the picture."

Tyler winced. "Damn, man. That’s rough."

Evan swallowed hard. "Yeah, and Coach is no-nonsense. He doesn’t put up with any kind of crap… literally or figuratively."

Jordan patted Evan on the back. "Look, just keep your head down and do what you gotta do. Worst case, you sit out. Maybe he won’t say anything in front of everyone."

Evan sighed. "I doubt it. He’s the type to call you out in front of the whole class to make an example."

Tyler frowned. "Maybe he didn’t check his phone yet?"

Jordan smirked. "Yeah, maybe we’ll get lucky. Either way, let’s just get through this, alright?"

Evan took a deep breath as they headed toward the gym, dreading what was about to come.

Evan said no he's seen it he replied right after dad did, showing Jordan and Tyler the text. My dad let me keep the phone, but it's disabled except for emergencies.

Jordan read the message and winced.

**Coach Bryant:** *"My office. Before class. We’re having a talk."*

Tyler shook his head. "Yeah, that’s not good."

Evan groaned. "I don’t even know what to say to him. He’s probably going to humiliate me in front of everyone."

Jordan thought for a moment. "Look, just own up to it. Don’t make excuses. He might go easier on you if he sees you’re already getting punished enough."

Tyler nodded. "Yeah, dude. He already knows what’s up. There's no point in trying to weasel out of it."

Evan sighed, feeling his stomach twist. Whether it was nerves or the lingering laxatives, he wasn’t sure. "Alright… let’s just get this over with."

With that, he turned and made his way toward Coach Bryant’s office, dreading whatever was waiting for him behind that door.

Coach Bryant was sitting at his desk coming up with next week's game plan when he heard Evan enter.

Coach Bryant didn’t look up right away, still focused on his clipboard. He flipped a page, muttering to himself before finally setting it down with a sigh.

"Shut the door, Evan," he said, his voice firm but not angry.

Evan did as he was told, his hands fidgeting at his sides. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Coach leaned back in his chair, studying him for a moment. "You know, when I got that message, I had to read it twice. Thought someone was messing with me. But nope, there you were, plain as day."

Evan swallowed hard. "Coach, I—"

Coach held up a hand, cutting him off. "I don’t need excuses, Evan. I need to understand how you got here. You were on track to make varsity next year. You had a good rep, maybe a little too much of a prankster, but nothing like this. So tell me—what the hell happened?"

Evan hesitated. "I—I made a mistake."

Coach snorted. "No kidding." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "You wanna explain what possessed you to pull a stunt like that? Humiliating people? Cyberbullying?"

Evan looked down. "I… I didn’t think it’d go this far. I was just messing around. I didn’t mean for it to—"

"Stop." Coach’s voice was sharp. "That’s the problem, Evan. You *didn’t think.* Actions have consequences. And now look at you." He gestured at Evan’s current state. "Your parents sure as hell made sure you learned that lesson."

Evan felt his face burn with embarrassment. "Yeah… they did."

Coach sighed again, shaking his head. "I’m not gonna lie, kid. You put yourself in a real bad spot. The team doesn’t need this kind of drama. If this had happened during the season, you'd be off the roster, no questions asked. As it stands…" He folded his hands together. "You’ve got a long road to proving yourself again—if that’s even something you want."

Evan’s eyes widened. "Wait… you’re saying I *can* come back?"

Coach shrugged. "That depends. Right now, you’re a distraction. You need to clean up your act, prove to me, your teammates, and yourself that you’re better than this." He pointed at him. "And that starts with taking responsibility—not just suffering through whatever your parents are putting you through, but actually learning from it."

Evan nodded slowly. "I… I understand, Coach."

Coach studied him a moment longer before sighing. "Good. Now get to class. And Evan?"

Evan looked up.

"Don’t make me regret giving you another shot."

Coach bryant then got up to teach gym class said today we are playing dodgeball, evan ended up on jordan and tylers team while his friend Mike ended up on the other, only problem was mike was a dick.

As soon as Coach Bryant blew the whistle, the game was on. Evan barely had time to react before dodgeballs started flying. He stuck close to Jordan and Tyler, hoping they’d have his back.

Mike, on the other hand, was grinning like he had just won the lottery. He picked up a ball, palming it as he scanned the other team. His eyes locked onto Evan.

Evan saw the look and swallowed hard. He barely had time to brace himself before *wham!*—a ball slammed straight into his stomach.

The impact knocked the wind out of him, but that wasn’t the worst part. A sinking feeling hit him as his stomach churned—his dad’s earlier warning about his bottle suddenly flashing through his mind.

Mike laughed. “What’s wrong, Evan? Thought you were tough?”

Jordan clenched his fists. "Back off, Mike."

Mike just smirked. "Relax, I’m just playing the game. It's not my fault he’s got a glass stomach now."

Evan barely heard them. His body locked up as another wave of cramps hit. *Not now… not here…*

Coach’s whistle blew. "Get back in position!"

Tyler leaned toward Evan. “Dude, you good?”

Evan nodded quickly, even though he clearly wasn’t.

The game restarted, and Mike wasted no time. Another dodgeball came flying—this time aimed even lower.

Evan tried to dodge, but his reaction was too slow. The ball smacked him right in the gut. His eyes widened as the final wave of pressure hit, and right then and there, in the middle of the gym, he lost control.

The sound wasn’t loud, but Evan knew *exactly* what had happened. His face burned with humiliation as he froze, panic setting in.

Mike, oblivious, laughed. “Damn, Evan, you move slower than my grandma!”

Jordan, however, noticed immediately. His expression shifted from frustration to concern. “Hey, Coach, I think Evan needs to sit out.”

Coach Bryant looked over, raising an eyebrow. “That true, Evan?”

Evan swallowed, barely able to speak. He just gave a small nod.

Coach exhaled through his nose. “Alright, hit the locker room. Tyler, go with him.”

Tyler didn’t hesitate, grabbing Evan’s arm and leading him off the court. As they left, Mike called out, “Man, Evan, you really *suck* at dodgeball!”

Jordan turned, his jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t have to. The glare he shot Mike was enough to make even him shut up.

Meanwhile, Evan just kept his head down, dreading whatever came next.

Jordan then came into the locker room and told Evan, "The coach gave me permission to take you to the nurse."

Evan barely nodded, still too humiliated to speak. Tyler patted him on the back. “Come on, man, let’s just get this over with.”

Jordan led the way as they slipped out of the locker room, avoiding as many people as possible. Evan kept his head down the entire time, his face burning red.

When they arrived at the nurse’s office, Nurse Hulga looked up from her clipboard. She took one look at Evan and sighed, already reaching for supplies. “Another one, huh?” she muttered, shaking her head.

Evan didn’t say anything, just shuffled forward while Jordan leaned against the doorframe. “Coach said I could walk him here,” Jordan explained.

The nurse nodded. “That was thoughtful of him.” She gestured to the changing table. “Alright, Evan, let’s get this taken care of.”

Evan hesitated. Even after everything, this was still the worst part. Jordan noticed and crossed his arms. “Dude, the longer you wait, the worse it’s gonna be. Just get it over with.”

Evan sighed in defeat and climbed onto the table. Nurse Hulga got to work while Jordan looked away to give him some privacy.

“Your parents sure are sticking to this punishment,” the nurse said as she finished up. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Evan just sighed. “Yeah… me neither.”

Once he was clean and changed, Nurse Hulga handed him his bag. “Try to make it through the rest of the day without any more trouble, alright?”

Evan just nodded, grabbing his things.

Jordan gave him a small smirk. “Come on, man. Only a few more classes, then daycare.”

Evan groaned. “Yeah… lucky me.”

It was fine for the next class, and Jordan and Evan walked together as they entered class and waited on the teacher. Mike walked up and said, Did little baby get a dia... as Jordan slugged him in the face...

Mike stumbled back, clutching his face in shock. The entire class went silent as he regained his footing, glaring at Jordan.

“What the hell, man?!” Mike shouted, still holding his cheek.

Jordan cracked his knuckles. “Say one more thing, Mike. I *dare* you.” His voice was cold, serious.

Evan just stood there, stunned. He had never seen Jordan get physical like that, not even when dealing with bullies before.

The teacher walked in right then, looking between the two boys. “What’s going on here?”

Mike, still fuming, pointed at Jordan. “He hit me!”

The teacher sighed, clearly not in the mood for drama. “Jordan, office. Now.”

Jordan rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. He turned to Evan, clapped him on the shoulder, and muttered, “Worth it,” before heading out the door.

Mike shot Evan a nasty look but didn’t say another word as he slumped into his seat.

Evan sat down too, his mind racing.

Jordan had actually hit someone. *For him.*

Jordan sat in the principal’s office, arms crossed, waiting for principal Watkins to finish reading the incident report. The old man finally sighed, setting the paper down.

"Jordan," he said, rubbing his temples, "I expected better from you. You’ve never been in a fight before. Want to explain why you decided today was the day?"

Jordan leaned forward. "Mike was harassing Evan. He was about to say something messed up, so I shut him up before he could."

The principal raised an eyebrow. "By punching him in the face?"

Jordan shrugged. "Would’ve been worse if he finished what he was about to say."

Principal Watkins sighed again. "Look, I understand standing up for people, but you *know* we have a no-violence policy. I’m going to have to call your parents."

Jordan stiffened. "Come on, man. You know my mom. She’s just gonna tell me I should’ve hit him harder."

The principal gave him a flat look. "Be that as it may, rules are rules. You’re getting detention, and if you do it again, you’ll be suspended. Understood?"

Jordan clenched his jaw but nodded. "Yeah, I got it."

"Good. Now sit tight while I make the call."

Jordan's mom answered and said yeah well the kid probably deserved it for picking on tyler." The principal said no ma'am the kid was picking on Evan."

Jordan's mom paused for a moment before sighing. "Well, then he *definitely* deserved it," she said firmly.

The principal pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jordans mom, we can't have students resorting to violence, no matter the reason."

"Uh-huh," she replied, unimpressed. "And what exactly are *you* doing about the kid who was bullying Evan?"

The principal hesitated. "We're looking into it."

Jordan's mom scoffed. "Right. Well, if you're going to punish Jordan, you better be punishing that other kid just the same. Otherwise, you'll be hearing from me again."

Jordan smirked slightly as the principal sighed again. "Jordan will be serving detention, and Mike will be spoken to as well."

"Spoken to?" Jordans mom repeated. "Not good enough. I expect you to handle this fairly, or I will."

The principal, clearly knowing better than to argue with her, nodded. "I'll make sure Mike receives appropriate consequences as well."

"Good," jordans mom said. "Now, are we done here?"

The principal waved Jordan off, clearly exhausted. As Jordan left the office, he couldn't help but smile. His mom always had his back.

The principal said your detention will be tomorrow, Jordan.

Jordan nodded. “Fine.”

The principal sighed. “And make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Jordan smirked. “Can’t promise that if people keep messing with Evan.”

Jordan walked in just as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Evan glanced over at him, relief evident on his face.

"How bad was it?" Evan asked as they grabbed their books.

Jordan shrugged. "Eh, just a detention tomorrow. No big deal."

Evan sighed. "At least you're not grounded for life like I basically am."

Tyler caught up with them in the hallway. "Two more classes, man. You're almost there."

Evan nodded, trying to stay positive, but he couldn't shake the feeling that his parents had more surprises waiting for him at daycare.

The next class was math. Mike wasn't in class as he was currently with the principal, so Evan was safe.

Evan felt a wave of relief as he took his seat in math class. Without Mike around, he could actually focus for once. Jordan and Tyler sat nearby, giving him reassuring nods.

The teacher started the lesson, and for the first time all day, Evan felt like things were… normal. No snide comments, no humiliating stares—just numbers on the board, and problems to solve.

Halfway through the class, Evan realized something else—his stomach wasn’t cramping anymore. Maybe, just maybe, he’d make it through the rest of the day without another embarrassing trip to the nurse.

Jordan leaned over and whispered, “One more after this. You got this.”

Evan gave a small nod. “Yeah… I hope so.”

Then Evan had the urge to pee...

Evan tensed up, his body betraying him once again. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to focus on the math problems in front of him, but the urge was growing stronger by the second.

Jordan noticed his discomfort. “You okay?” he whispered.

Evan gave him a panicked look and shook his head slightly. “I gotta go,” he whispered back.

Jordan sighed. “Dude, just go. The nurse is probably expecting it.”

Evan swallowed hard. He hated how normal this was becoming. With no other choice, he let go, feeling the warmth spread through the diaper. His face burned with shame as he forced himself to keep writing, pretending nothing had happened.

Jordan patted his shoulder. “You’re almost done, man.”

Evan just nodded, wishing the day would end already.

After math, Evan went to go to the nurse, but she was gone...

Evan stood outside the nurse’s office, shifting uncomfortably. The door was locked, and a small sign taped to the front read: **"Back in 15 minutes."**

He groaned. Of course, the one time he actually needed her, she wasn’t here. He glanced around, debating his options. He could wait, but that meant standing in the hallway in an obvious state of discomfort. Going back to class wasn’t any better—he’d have to sit through another period like this.

Just as he was considering heading to the office to ask when she’d be back, Jordan and Tyler walked up.

“She’s not here?” Jordan asked, reading the sign.

Evan shook his head. “No, and I can’t just… stand here like this.”

Tyler scratched the back of his head. “Well, you could wait in the bathroom, at least?”

Evan sighed. “Yeah… I guess.”

Jordan glanced around. “C’mon, let’s go before anyone starts asking questions.”

Evan followed them toward the bathroom, hoping Nurse Hulga wouldn’t take too long.

Jordan ushered Evan into a stall and said look dude I'll change you into one of tylers, Tyler can make an excuse to alter the nurses files if need be but we have to hurry home ec starts in 10 minutes...

Evan hesitated but knew he didn’t have much choice. He sighed and stepped into the stall as Jordan followed, locking it behind them. Tyler passed a clean diaper over the top.

“Alright, let’s make this quick,” Jordan said, getting to work. Evan kept his eyes on the door, praying no one else came in.

Tyler stood outside, keeping watch. “We got like, seven minutes now. I'm just saying.”

Jordan finished up, making sure everything was secure before patting Evan on the shoulder. “Alright, you’re good. Now let’s move.”

Tyler nodded. “I’ll sneak by the nurse’s office after class and tweak the records if I have to. Just act normal.”

Evan swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Thanks, guys.”

“No problem,” Jordan said, leading the way out. “Now, let’s get to home ec before we’re late.”

They slid into their seats just as the final bell rang, earning a glance from the teacher.

“Cutting it close, gentlemen,” Mrs. Thompson said, eyeing them with suspicion.

“Sorry, ma’am,” Jordan said smoothly, flashing an innocent smile. “Had to stop by the nurse’s office.”

Evan tensed, hoping she wouldn’t press the issue.

Mrs. Thompson sighed and waved them off. “Alright, today we’re making cupcakes. Pair up, grab your ingredients, and follow the instructions on the board.”

Evan let out a quiet breath of relief as the class shuffled into action. Jordan smirked. “See? Easy.”

Tyler leaned in and whispered, “We got lucky. Just don’t mess up the cupcakes.”

Evan nodded, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. The last thing he needed was more attention on him today.

The teacher said that since you three want to talk so much in my class, you can be our group for the day, the one that gets the front kitchen and teaches the class.

Jordan groaned. “Come on, Mrs. Thompson, we weren’t—”

“No arguments,” she interrupted. “Front and center, gentlemen. You’ll be leading the class in today’s cupcake demonstration.”

Evan felt his stomach twist. Standing in front of the entire class was the last thing he wanted right now.

Tyler muttered under his breath, “Guess we better not screw this up.”

The three boys moved to the front kitchen station, facing the entire class. Mrs. Thompson crossed her arms. “Alright, start with reading the recipe aloud.”

Jordan cleared his throat and picked up the recipe card. “Uh…" first, preheat the oven to 350 degrees.”

Evan turned the knob on the oven, his hands slightly shaking. He could feel the eyes of the class on him.

“Next, mix the dry ingredients—flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt.”

Tyler grabbed the ingredients and started measuring, but in his nervousness, he fumbled the flour bag, sending a puff of white dust into the air.

The class burst into laughter.

Mrs. Thompson sighed. “This is exactly why I put you three up here. Focus.”

Evan swallowed hard. He just had to get through this without making a bigger fool of himself.

Jordan smirked and nudged Tyler. “Nice one, dude. Are you trying to make cupcakes or start a snowstorm?”

Tyler groaned, wiping flour off his shirt. “Shut up and help me mix this.”

Evan, still feeling the weight of everyone's stares, focused on cracking the eggs. His hands were shaking, but he managed to get them into the bowl without making a mess.

Mrs. Thompson watched with a raised eyebrow. “Alright, now combine the wet and dry ingredients.”

Jordan grabbed the whisk and started mixing as Tyler poured in the milk. Just as they were about to finish, Mike walked in, fresh from the principal’s office, and immediately smirked when he saw Evan in the front of the class.

“Oh, this is too good,” Mike muttered as he took his seat.

Evan tensed, feeling his stomach twist again—not just from nerves this time. The last thing he needed was another “accident” in front of everyone.

Mrs. Thompson clapped her hands. “Okay, now pour the batter into the cupcake tins and put them in the oven.”

Jordan took over, carefully scooping batter into each liner, while Evan tried to focus on breathing.

Tyler leaned in and whispered, “Dude, you good?”

Evan nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just want this to be over.”

Mike smirked from his seat. “Hey, baby boy, you nervous? Hope you don’t mess your—”

Before he could finish, Jordan turned around and shot him a glare. “Say one more word, Mike. I dare you.”

Mrs. Thompson sighed. “Jordan, eyes on your work, not on starting fights.”

Jordan grumbled but turned back to the cupcakes. Evan just wished the class would end already.

Mrs. Thompson clapped her hands. “Alright, boys, now for the icing. You don’t want to serve plain cupcakes, do you? Otherwise, they’d just be muffins.”

Jordan grabbed a bowl and started measuring out the powdered sugar while Tyler reached for the butter. Evan, still feeling tense from Mike’s comments, focused on mixing the ingredients together. His hands were still shaking slightly, but he didn’t want to mess this up.

“Alright, we need food coloring,” Jordan said, scanning the supplies. “What color are we going with?”

Tyler smirked. “Pink.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Tyler shrugged. “Hey, we gotta match the baby theme, right?” He nudged Evan playfully, but Evan just groaned.

“Not funny, dude.”

Mrs. Thompson, overhearing, gave them a look. “Less talking, more working, boys.”

Mike, still seated in the back, snickered. “Oh, I think pink is the *perfect* choice for Evan.”

Jordan turned around. “Mike, shut your—”

Mrs. Thompson snapped, “Jordan! Language.”

Evan sighed and just kept stirring. He didn’t care what color the icing was—he just wanted the class to end without another embarrassment.

Evan said alright fine pink." He said, "Add the color tyler

Tyler grinned and added a few drops of pink food coloring to the icing. “There we go, nice and bright.” He stirred it in, watching as the white frosting turned a soft pastel pink.

Jordan smirked. “Hey, at least it’ll stand out.”

Evan just sighed. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Mrs. Thompson walked by, checking their progress. “That’s looking good, boys. Make sure it’s smooth and spreadable. You’ll be frosting the cupcakes once they are cool.”

The timer dinged, signaling that the cupcakes were done baking. Tyler grabbed an oven mitt and carefully pulled the tray out. The sweet smell filled the room, and despite everything, Evan felt his stomach growl.

Jordan nudged him. “See? Could be worse. At least we’re making food and not sewing pillowcases or something.”

Evan gave a small, reluctant smile. “Yeah, I guess.”

Mike, still watching from his seat, snorted. “Oh, I can’t wait to see the little baby’s pink cupcakes.”

Jordan clenched his fists, but Evan grabbed his arm. “Dude, let it go. Let’s just finish.”

Tyler piped up. “Yeah, besides, this is the only class left.”

That was the only thing keeping Evan going. This class, then daycare, then home. He just had to make it through.

Jordan, having enough of Mike, decided to make a special cupcake for him he got a little of the icing and added a bit of evans "special" bottle content to it enough for 1 cupcake.... the boys iced all the cupcakes the teacher walked up took one of the cupcakes and bit into it she said great job boys now hand out the rest Jordan gave Mike his....

Mike smirked as he grabbed the cupcake from Jordan. “Finally, you did something useful,” he sneered before taking a big bite.

Jordan, Tyler, and Evan exchanged quick glances, keeping their expressions neutral as Mike chewed.

Mrs. Thompson continued praising the boys. “Nice consistency, great flavor, and the pink was a fun touch! You three did well today.”

As the rest of the class enjoyed their cupcakes, Mike finished his off quickly, licking the icing off his fingers. “Hah, not bad. Guess even the diaper boy can bake.”

Jordan just smirked. “Glad you liked it.”

A few minutes later, as the class was wrapping up, Mike suddenly grabbed his stomach. His face twisted in confusion and discomfort. “Ugh…" What the—?”

Tyler leaned over to Jordan. “How long do you think it’ll take?” he whispered.

Jordan shrugged. “Give it a sec.”

Mike groaned, shifting in his seat. “Something’s—ugh—wrong.”

Evan, playing innocent, asked, “You okay, Mike? You don’t look so good.”

Mrs. Thompson noticed as well. “Mike, if you’re not feeling well, you should go to the nurse.”

Mike clutched his stomach and stood up, but as he took a step, his eyes went wide. A loud gurgling sound filled the room.

Jordan covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. Tyler looked down at his desk, biting his lip.

Mike’s face turned red. “Oh no…” he mumbled before suddenly rushing out of the room, practically sprinting toward the nurse’s office.

As soon as he was gone, Jordan leaned back in his chair, satisfied. “And that,” he whispered, “is karma.”

Evan shook his head but couldn’t help a small smile. “Let’s just hope the nurse is actually back this time.”

Mrs Thompson said tyler please make sure Mike makes it to the nurse." Jordan gave Tyler a wink saying you know what to do

Tyler nodded and grabbed his hall pass. “On it, Mrs. Thompson,” he said, trying to keep a straight face.

As soon as he stepped into the hallway, he spotted Mike hurrying toward the nurse’s office, clutching his stomach. Tyler jogged up beside him. “Hey, man, you okay?”

Mike shot him a glare. “Do I look okay?! Something’s *wrong*—ugh—move!”

Tyler stepped aside but kept pace with him. “Yeah, yeah, I got you. I'm just making sure you make it there in one piece.”

As they neared the nurse’s office, Mike suddenly stopped and doubled over, groaning. Tyler saw his face twist in panic. Then, a quiet but unmistakable *squelch* filled the air.

Mike’s eyes widened in pure horror. He looked at Tyler, then back down at himself. “No. No. No, no, no—”

Tyler barely contained his laughter as he patted Mike’s back. “Well… it looks like you *made it*, dude.”

Mike turned and ran the last few steps to the nurse’s office, yanking the door open and vanishing inside.

Tyler took a deep breath, then pulled out his phone and texted Jordan:

**Mission accomplished.**

Tyler than seen nurse hulga take Mike in the back to take care of his soiled drawers, Tyler snuck in and found the clipboard Evan was talking about it...

Tyler quickly scanned the clipboard, his eyes widening as he read through the meticulous notes. *Damn, they really are keeping track of everything,* he thought. Each entry had the exact time Evan had been brought in, what condition he was in, and even the type of diaper he was changed into.

He knew he had to act fast. He pulled a pen from his pocket and, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, began altering the entries. He changed a couple of times to make it seem like Evan had used fewer diapers than he actually had. Then, for good measure, he scribbled out a note about "increased accidents" that Nurse Hulga had written earlier.

Just as he finished, he heard footsteps approaching. Quickly, he placed the clipboard back where he found it and slipped out of the office before anyone could notice.

As he stepped into the hallway, his phone buzzed—it was Jordan.

**Yo, you good?**

Tyler smirked and texted back:

**All taken care of.**

As Tyler turned the corner, the nurse hulga came peeked out of her office as she saw her door close but nobody around...

Nurse Hulga shook her head and muttered to herself, “Must’ve been the wind.” She walked over to close the window, still airing out the office after Mike’s unfortunate accident. With a sigh, he returned to tending to Mike.

Meanwhile, Tyler slipped out of the hallway, heart pounding in his chest. He had done it—he altered Evan’s record. Now, Evan’s parents wouldn’t suspect he had gotten any extra help today.

Rejoining Jordan and Evan in the hall, he whispered, “It’s done.”

School ended. Evan was bummed as now it was time for daycare, Tyler and Jordan said, "Get we'll walk you there. You did it's only 20 minutes away right?

Evan sighed, adjusting his backpack as he looked at his two friends. “Yeah… but you guys don’t have to. I mean, it’s embarrassing enough already.”

Jordan clapped a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “Dude, you survived today. We’re not gonna let you go into this alone.”

Tyler nodded. “Besides, we wanna see what kind of place this is. Who knows? Maybe it’s not as bad as you think.”

Evan huffed, knowing there was no point in arguing. “Fine… let’s go.”

The three of them started walking, the school fading behind them as they made their way toward the daycare. Evan’s nerves are built with every step. He had no idea what to expect. Would there be other kids like him? Would they treat him like a baby?

As they approached the building, Evan’s stomach twisted. The bright, colorful sign read **“Sunny Smiles After-School Care”** with playful block letters. The windows were covered with cartoon animals, and inside, they could see small tables, toy bins, and a few teens around Evan’s age already inside.

Jordan let out a low whistle. “Well… this is definitely a place.”

Tyler nudged Evan. “Guess it’s time to see what you’re in for.”

Evan took a deep breath and stepped inside.

As they entered, a kind young woman looks to be early 30s greeted them...

The woman, who looked to be in her early 30s, smiled warmly as the boys stepped inside. She had short brown hair tied back in a ponytail and wore a pastel-colored polo with the daycare’s logo embroidered on the chest.

“Hi there! You must be Evan,” she said, looking at him kindly. “I’m Miss Rachel. Your parents called ahead and let us know you’d be joining us. Welcome to Sunny Smiles!”

Evan swallowed hard, his nerves making it hard to speak. “Uh… yeah. That’s me.”

Miss Rachel then looked at Jordan and Tyler. “Are you two here for the program, too?”

Jordan shook his head. “No, we’re just walking Evan here to make sure he gets in okay.”

Tyler nodded. “Yeah, just looking out for our friend.”

Miss Rachel smiled at that. “That’s very sweet of you both.” Then she turned back to Evan. “Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine here. We have a great group of kids, and I promise we make sure everyone is comfortable.”

Evan wasn’t so sure about that, but before he could say anything, another staff member called Miss Rachel over.

“I’ll be right back,” she said. “Why don’t you go ahead and put your things in a cubby? We label them so everyone knows where their stuff is.”

Evan glanced around, noticing the row of cubbies against the wall, each labeled with a name. A sinking feeling hit him when he saw his name already written in bright, bubbly letters.

Jordan patted his shoulder. “Well, dude… this is it. You got this.”

Tyler nodded. “Yeah, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

Evan sighed, setting his backpack in the cubby. “Yeah… see you guys tomorrow.”

As his friends left, he turned back toward the room, unsure of what to expect next.

Miss Rachel clapped her hands together and called out, “Okay, boys and girls, it’s snack time!”

The kids, a mix of ages but mostly younger than Evan, cheered and hurried toward the small tables set up in the corner. Evan hesitated, glancing around, unsure of where to sit.

Miss Rachel noticed and smiled at him. “Evan, you can sit here,” she said, pulling out a chair at a table with a few other kids.

He sighed and sat down as a staff member handed out small plates with crackers, apple slices, and cheese cubes. Then came the drinks—juice boxes for most, but when the staff member got to Evan, she set down a bottle filled with milk.

Evan’s face burned. He glanced at the other kids, hoping they wouldn’t notice, but a few younger ones giggled.

Miss Rachel crouched beside him and spoke softly. “Your dad said this is part of your routine now, so we’ll make sure you have what you need, okay?”

Evan swallowed hard and gave a small nod. He knew there was no arguing. With a sigh, he picked up the bottle and started drinking, just wanting to get it over with.

Around him, the other kids ate happily, chatting and laughing. Evan just focused on finishing his snack, wondering how long the rest of the day would feel.

After snacks, Miss Rachel clapped her hands again and announced, “Alright, kiddos! It’s playtime! You have one hour to have fun before nap time.”

The younger kids cheered and scattered toward different play areas—some ran to the building blocks, others to the toy kitchen, and a few grabbed stuffed animals and dolls. Evan, however, stood frozen, unsure what to do.

Miss Rachel noticed and smiled warmly. “Evan, you’re welcome to play with anything you like. We have puzzles, cars, and even a quiet reading corner if you prefer.”

Evan sighed. He knew he had no choice but to participate, but the last thing he wanted was to look even more out of place. He walked over to a table with a few action figures and toy cars, deciding that was the safest option.

As he sat down, a younger boy, maybe around five, plopped down next to him. “Wanna race cars?” the kid asked excitedly.

Evan hesitated but nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

They set up a track with some ramps, and for a brief moment, Evan got lost in the game, pushing the cars down the track and watching them zoom across the table. It wasn’t so bad—until another staff member walked by and ruffled his hair.

“Aww, looks like you’re making new friends already,” she cooed.

Evan’s face turned red, and he quickly looked down, pretending to focus on the cars. He just had to get through this hour—then came nap time, and after that, maybe he’d be one step closer to going home.

Evan reluctantly grabbed a mat and found a spot in the corner of the room, hoping to be left alone. He glanced around, seeing a few of the younger kids eagerly lining up near Miss Rachel, some whispering about needing a change. His face burned with embarrassment at the thought of having to do the same, but thankfully, he didn’t need one—yet.

Miss Rachel clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! Find your mats and settle down. You don’t have to sleep, but you do have to stay on your mats and rest.”

The lights dimmed slightly, and a soft lullaby played in the background. Some kids curled up with blankets and stuffed animals, dozing off almost instantly. Others whispered quietly, playing with small toys or staring at the ceiling.

Evan lay on his back, staring up, trying to get away the feeling of being trapped in this situation. He knew this wasn’t over when nap time ended—he still had hours left before his dad picked him up.

As he shifted uncomfortably, he heard a soft giggle from a nearby mat. Turning his head slightly, he saw a little girl hugging a stuffed bear, smiling in his direction. “Do you have a stuffie?” she whispered.

Evan shook his head quickly, looking away.

“You can borrow one of mine,” she offered, holding out a soft bunny.

“I’m good,” he muttered, closing his eyes, wishing this day would just end.

45 minutes passed when the lights came on, waking Evan up as he groggily gets up he feels something soft by his head it's the bunny the little girl offered. He also felt wet.

Evan's stomach dropped as he realized what had happened. His face turned red as he subtly reached down, confirming his worst fear—he had wet himself in his sleep.

Before he could react, Miss Rachel's gentle voice filled the room. "Alright, nap time is over, everyone! Let's all stretch and get ready for afternoon activities."

Evan quickly grabbed the bunny and sat up, trying to figure out his next move. He couldn't just sit there forever. He needed to get to Miss Rachel before anyone else noticed.

Taking a deep breath, he got to his feet, holding the bunny close to his chest as he shuffled toward Miss Rachel, who was helping another child fold their blanket. She turned to him with a warm smile.

"Everything okay, Evan?" she asked softly.

He hesitated, then muttered, "I... I think I need a change."

Miss Rachel nodded knowingly. "Alright, let's take care of that." She gently took his hand and led him toward the changing area, speaking just loudly enough for only him to hear. "It's okay, sweetie. Accidents happen, that's why we're here to help."

Evan swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact as he walked with her, feeling the stares of the other kids behind him.

Evan flinched as he watched the other caretaker swiftly separate the two fighting kids, delivering a firm swat to each before leading them to opposite corners. The daycare was strict, but seeing kids his age being disciplined like that made him uneasy.

Miss Rachel finished adjusting his clean clothes and gently patted his shoulder. "All set, Evan. Go ahead and join the others, okay?"

Evan nodded but hesitated, his eyes darting back to the two kids in timeout. He couldn’t help but wonder—was that something that could happen to him, too? He had already lost control over so much.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out into the play area, trying to blend in, but the feeling of being watched never really left him.

That's when another kid his age came up and said, "Don't worry, only kids who misbehave here get punished like that... that..."

Evan turned to see a boy about his age standing beside him, offering a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry,” the boy repeated. “Only kids who misbehave get punished like that. As long as you follow the rules, you’ll be fine.”

Evan shifted uncomfortably, still adjusting to everything. “What are the rules?” he asked hesitantly.

The boy held up his fingers as he listed them off. “No fighting, no yelling, no swearing, no biting, no hitting, and—” he gave Evan a knowing look, “no bullying.”

Evan swallowed hard at that last one. He wasn’t proud of his past, and now he was on the other side of things. “Got it,” he mumbled.

The boy grinned. “I’m Noah, by the way.”

Evan hesitated before responding. “Evan.”

“Nice to meet you, Evan. Come on, let’s go play before free time is over.”

For the first time that day, Evan felt a little less alone.

Evan followed Noah over to a play area filled with soft blocks, board games, and a few kids playing with toy cars. Noah grabbed a set of building blocks and gestured for Evan to sit with him.

“So,” Noah said as he started stacking the blocks, “first day here?”

Evan nodded, grabbing a block and adding to the tower. “Yeah… my parents sent me here after school.”

Noah smirked. “Mine too. They say it ‘keeps me out of trouble.’”

Evan gave a small chuckle. “Same.”

The two boys kept stacking blocks higher and higher, trying to see how tall they could go before it toppled. A few younger kids gathered around, giggling as they watched the tower wobble. Just as Evan was about to add another block, Noah nudged him.

“Bet you can’t knock it over with one hit.”

Evan smirked and, with a playful shove, sent the whole structure tumbling down. The younger kids squealed with laughter, and for the first time in a long time, Evan actually smiled.

Maybe, just maybe, daycare wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Noah then whispered to evan hey man no judgement, but are you wearing a diaper?

Evan froze for a moment, his face heating up. He looked around to make sure no one else was listening before nodding slightly.

Noah just shrugged. "Hey, no big deal. Some kids here do. Some of them need it, some of them don’t, but Miss Rachel says it doesn’t matter. Nobody makes fun of anyone here."

Evan let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. "You’re serious?"

Noah grinned. "Yeah, man. I mean, do you see anyone picking fights or being mean? This place is kinda strict about that stuff. If someone bullies you, they get kicked out."

Evan thought about it. So far, nobody had laughed at him, whispered behind his back, or even looked at him weird. It was different from school—almost… safe.

"Thanks," Evan mumbled.

"No problem," Noah said, grabbing another set of blocks. "Now, let’s see if we can build the biggest tower this place has ever seen."

Noah and Evan were only 2 blocks away from the record when Miss Rachel said ok kiddos its 630 story time...

Evan sighed, disappointed but still proud of how close they got. Noah patted him on the back. "We'll break the record next time," he said with a grin.

Miss Rachel clapped her hands. "Alright, everyone, gather around the reading corner!"

The kids all shuffled over, finding seats on the soft carpet. Evan sat next to Noah, hugging his knees as Miss Rachel picked up a colorful book.

"Tonight's story is *The Brave Little Elephant*," she announced. "It's about a young elephant who learns that being brave isn’t about never being scared—it’s about facing your fears."

As she began reading, Evan found himself actually enjoying it. The daycare was nothing like school. No teasing, no pranks—just kids listening, playing, and being… normal.

For the first time in a while, Evan felt a little bit of peace.

As Miss Rachel was reading, it hit Evan once again his stomach churned as he tried to hold it. Noah whispered to him, "You OK?"

Evan clenched his stomach, nodding slightly but clearly struggling. Noah frowned. "Dude, you don’t look okay," he whispered.

Miss Rachel paused her reading and glanced at Evan. "Sweetie, do you need to see Miss Amber?" she asked gently, referring to the other caretaker.

Evan hesitated. He didn’t want to draw more attention to himself, but the pressure was getting worse. Slowly, he nodded.

Miss Rachel smiled warmly. "Go on, honey. Noah, can you help him find Miss Amber?"

Noah stood up with Evan and guided him toward the back of the room where Miss Amber was organizing supplies. "Hey, Miss Amber, I think Evan needs you," Noah said.

Miss Amber turned and saw Evan’s distressed expression. "Oh, sweetheart, let’s get you taken care of," she said softly, leading him toward the changing area.

Evan’s face burned with embarrassment as Noah gave him an encouraging nod before heading back to the story circle.

As Miss Amber closed the door behind them, Evan felt his stomach churn again. He just hoped this wouldn’t be as bad as gym class.

Evan had pooped yet again, As Miss Amber got to work changing him, Evan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. *Why were his parents going this far?* He knew Tyler had been punished too, but he doubted the Faulkners had gone to these extremes.

Miss Amber gave him a sympathetic look as she finished up. "There we go, all fresh," she said gently. "Evan, are you feeling okay? You’ve been having a rough time today."

Evan hesitated before shrugging. "I don’t know… I just don’t get why my parents are doing this so much. I get that I messed up, but… this?"

Miss Amber sighed. "I can’t say for sure, sweetie, but I do know that sometimes parents think they’re teaching a lesson when they’re really just making things harder. Have you talked to them about how you feel?"

Evan let out a dry chuckle. "Yeah, right. My dad would just say it’s my fault and I have to deal with it."

Miss Amber frowned but didn’t push. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here, okay?"

Evan nodded as she helped him down from the changing table. He walked back to the story circle, feeling drained. As he sat down next to Noah, his new friend gave him a subtle nod.

"Hang in there, man," Noah whispered.

Evan sighed. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.

10 minutes later, story time was over.

Evan sat by the door, anxiously waiting as the clock struck 7. He was relieved the day was finally over, but a small part of him was sad to leave Noah behind. For the first time since all of this started, someone his age actually treated him like a normal person.

Noah nudged him. “Hey, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Evan forced a small smile. “Yeah, maybe.”

Just then, the door opened, and his dad stepped inside. “Let’s go,” he said, not even offering a greeting.

Evan sighed and stood up, giving Noah a quick wave before following his dad out to the car. The drive home was silent, except for the occasional glance from his father, as if assessing whether Evan had "learned his lesson" yet.

As they pulled into the driveway, Evan felt a familiar pit in his stomach. *Another night of this. Another day of this tomorrow.*

And he had no idea when it would end.

His dad turned to him and said the school called saying there was an altercation between you,  Jordan, and Mike care to explain.

Evan hesitated, gripping his pants tightly. “Mike was messing with me again,” he muttered. “Jordan just… had enough of it.”

“ok” his dad said, turning off the car. “Now, let’s get you inside. It’s dinner time, bath time, play time, then it's  straight to bed.”

his dad locked him in his highchair and came back with a jar of baby food and a bottle, Evan smacked the bottle on the ground and said I've pooped more today than I've ever in a week because of those...

His dad's expression darkened as he picked up the bottle from the floor. He placed it back on the tray in front of Evan and crossed his arms.

"You think you're in any position to make demands?" he asked sternly. "You brought this on yourself, Evan. Actions have consequences."

Evan clenched his fists. "I *get* that! But you've been giving me those bottles all day. I don’t even have control anymore!" His voice cracked with frustration.

His dad sighed, shaking his head. "You’re not done learning yet. Now, you're going to drink this bottle and eat your dinner, or we can add *more* time to your punishment. Your choice."

Evan glared at him but knew there was no winning. With a defeated sigh, he picked up the bottle and began drinking, his stomach twisting at the thought of what was coming next.

Evan grimaced as the spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes was brought to his lips. His dad gave him a firm look, silently daring him to resist. With no real choice, Evan reluctantly opened his mouth and let the mushy food slide in. It was bland and overly sweet, making him shudder as he swallowed.

"Good boy," his dad said, scooping up another spoonful. "We're almost done."

Evan shifted in his highchair, feeling the uncomfortable squish beneath him from earlier. He hated this. Every moment of it. But the more he fought, the worse things seemed to get.

His dad continued feeding him until the jar was empty, wiping Evan’s mouth with a bib like he was a toddler. "Alright, time for your bath," he said, unlocking the highchair tray.

Evan sighed. Another humiliating part of his new routine. He just wanted this nightmare to end.

As Evan hopped down, he chucked the empty bottle at his dad's head.

The bottle bounced off Evan’s dad’s head with a dull *thunk*. For a moment, there was complete silence. Evan’s breath caught in his throat as his dad slowly turned to face him, his expression darkening.

“That,” his dad said in a dangerously calm voice, “was a big mistake.”

Before Evan could react, his dad grabbed his wrist and led him straight to the bathroom. “You’re already in enough trouble, and now you want to act out?” He opened the tub faucet, letting the water run warm. “You just earned yourself an earlier bedtime.”

Evan glared but said nothing, knowing anything he said would just make things worse. His dad stripped him down and helped him into the tub. The warm water should have been relaxing, but Evan was too tense to enjoy it.

“You’d better start thinking about your choices, Evan,” his dad said as he grabbed a washcloth. “Because right now, you’re just making this harder on yourself.”

Evan clenched his fists under the water. He *had* been thinking about his choices—every single second of this nightmare. But no matter what he did, it seemed like his parents were determined to make him suffer. And he was starting to realize… he might not have a way out.

Evans dad pulled Evan out of the tub and thought of spanking him for the bottle throw but decided against it got Evan dried off in a new diaper and embroidered pj's and put him to bed.

Evan lay in his crib, staring at the ceiling as his dad tucked the blanket around him. The embroidered pajamas—baby blue with his name stitched across the chest—felt like just another layer of humiliation. His dad sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You need to learn, Evan,” he said quietly. “Actions have consequences. The sooner you accept that, the sooner things can go back to normal.”

Evan didn’t respond. He just turned onto his side, gripping the soft bunny the little girl had given him at daycare. His dad stood there for a moment, as if waiting for something, then finally turned off the light and left the room.

As the door clicked shut, Evan let out a shaky breath. He had no idea how much longer he could take this. But one thing was clear—if he didn’t figure out a way to prove he had *learned his lesson*, his parents weren’t going to stop anytime soon.

That's when he heard a siren and saw flashing lights outside his windows it was the police...

Evan’s heart pounded as the red and blue lights flickered through his window. He pushed himself up in his crib, gripping the bars as he strained to see outside. The sound of car doors slamming shut and chill down his spine.

His dad’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by the creak of the front door opening. Evan couldn’t make out the conversation at first, but then—

“Mr. Carter, we received a call about a concern regarding the welfare of a minor in this household.”

Evan’s breath hitched. Someone had called the cops on his parents? Was it Jordan? Tyler? Maybe even Noah?

His dad’s voice was calm but firm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, officers. My son is perfectly fine.”

“We’ll need to verify that for ourselves.”

Evan heard boots stepping inside. His stomach twisted. Would they believe his dad? Or was this his chance to finally get out of this nightmare?

As he looked out the window, he saw Jordan, Tyler, Jake, Alex, and Mrs faulkner, and miss harper behind the police cars with their minivan...

“This is getting out of hand,” Mrs. Faulkner’s voice rang out. “We have reason to believe Evan is being mistreated.”

“Mistreated?” Evan’s dad scoffed. “He’s being disciplined. Maybe if you had done the same with your boys, they wouldn’t have ended up in trouble.”

As Evans dad insulted Mrs faulkner about how she raised the boys, she slapped him across the face...

“Sir,” one of the officers cut in. “We need to ask Evan a few questions.”

“Evan,” one officer said gently, “are you okay?”

Evan opened his mouth but hesitated. He glanced at his dad, who was clenching his fists.

Would they even believe him if he told the truth?

Jordan said this man has been over using laxatives on his son tossing the officer the formula bottle from earlier, evans dad said, "Where'd you get that? Give it back

One of the officers caught the bottle and examined it, his expression darkening. "Sir, this is a highly concentrated laxative. If what these boys are saying is true, you’ve been administering this to your son regularly?"

Evan’s dad scoffed. "I was disciplining him. Teaching him a lesson. Maybe if you people actually disciplined your kids, we wouldn’t have bullies running around, making everyone’s life miserable."

Mrs. Faulkner, still fuming from her slap, stepped forward. "There is a difference between discipline and outright cruelty. You forced your son into diapers, put him through humiliation, and now you’re poisoning him with excessive laxatives? That’s not parenting. That’s abuse!"

Evan, still standing in his babyish pajamas, felt his breath hitch. Was this really happening?

The officer turned to him. "Evan, can you tell us—has your father been making you take this? How often?"

Evan hesitated, glancing at his dad, whose face was twisted with barely restrained fury.

"Answer him," Mrs. Faulkner urged gently.

Taking a deep breath, Evan finally spoke. "Every meal," he admitted, voice shaky. "Breakfast, lunch… even my bottles. I—I didn’t even need them. But he kept making me."

His dad lunged forward. "You ungrateful little—"

The officers reacted instantly. One of them stepped between Evan and his father while another pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "That’s enough. Sir, you’re under arrest for child abuse and endangerment."

Evan’s dad struggled, his face contorted in rage as the officers restrained him. "You people don’t understand! He needed to learn! He’s a bully!"

"You don’t teach a child a lesson by torturing them," Miss Harper said coldly.

Evan stood frozen as he watched the police escort his father out the door. It all felt surreal. He had spent 36 hrs in a nightmare, and now, just like that, it was over.

Mrs. Faulkner walked up and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "You’re coming with us, sweetheart. You don’t have to be afraid anymore."

Tears welled up in Evan’s eyes as he realized—he was finally free.

Evans dad said the hell he is his mother will still take care of him and  his punishment before noticing her already arrested...

Evan's dad froze when he saw another officer leading his wife—Evan’s mother—toward a separate squad car, her hands cuffed behind her back.

"You can’t do this!" his dad shouted. "She’s his mother!"

One of the officers turned to him and said firmly, "We already spoke to the school nurse, the daycare, and reviewed security footage. Both of you are being charged with child abuse and neglect. Your wife admitted to supplying the daycare with instructions to continue this so-called ‘punishment.’"

Evan’s dad looked at his wife in shock. "You *what*?"

Evan’s mother glared at him but said nothing as she was placed into the backseat of the patrol car.

Meanwhile, Evan stood frozen, staring at everything happening around him. Mrs. Faulkner gently pulled him away, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Come on, sweetheart. You’re coming with us."

Jordan gave Evan a reassuring pat on the back. "You’re safe now, dude. No more crazy punishments, no more bottles, no more... you know, *that*."

Evan swallowed hard, his emotions overwhelming him. He wasn’t sure where he’d end up now, but for the first time in what felt like forever, he had hope.

As he climbed into the Faulkners’ minivan, he took one last look at his parents, now in handcuffs, and realized—his nightmare was finally over.

Evan said dad had forced me to drink another bottle at dinner so it's only a matter of time, Mrs faulkner said don't worry I'll drive as fast as I can and you can use the toilet,  Jordan said abs if we don't make it I'll change you.

Evan nodded, feeling both relieved and embarrassed. He hated how much control had been taken from him, but at least he wasn’t alone anymore.

Mrs. Faulkner pressed the gas a little harder, focusing on the road ahead. "Just hold on, sweetheart. We’ll be home soon."

Jordan patted Evan’s shoulder. "And hey, man, no stress. If we don’t make it in time, it's no big deal. You’re safe now, and that’s all that matters."

Tyler chimed in from the backseat. "Yeah, dude, we’ve got you. No judgment, just helping a friend out."

Evan swallowed hard and nodded. For the first time in a long time, he actually believed them.

Evan sighed, lowering his head. He knew she was probably right, but it still stung to hear it. "I get it… I just don’t wanna need them anymore," he mumbled.

Mrs. Faulkner glanced at him through the rearview mirror with a soft smile. "It won’t be forever, Evan. Just until your system gets back to normal. We’ll make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of."

Jordan nudged him lightly. "Hey, at least you’ll be with people who actually care about you now."

Evan exhaled, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. "Yeah… thanks, guys."

Miss Harper squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You’ve been through a lot, sweetheart. Just focus on getting better. We’ll handle the rest."

For the first time in a long time, Evan felt safe.