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"Nice undies!" he mocked.

"Did mommy buy new tighty whities for her little boy?" another chimed in from behind.

Arthur, red with embarrassment, retorted, "I don't make fun of your SpongeBob boxers, so shut up."

He quickly put on his tracksuit pants.

"They were all in the wash, that's all," he mumbled as the boys left the locker room laughing.

Apart from this small incident, everything went very well, but when he returned home, Liam couldn't help but notice the anger on Arthur's face.

"Did something go wrong?" he asked.

"I want to go get my boxers," Arthur muttered.

"Oh, forget about that, your family must have thrown them away. And besides, the ones I bought you are very nice; they come in all sorts of colors."

"They're ridiculous! I feel like a baby, everyone makes fun of me in the locker room!"

"You're exaggerating... Nobody cares about other people's underwear."

Arthur didn't reply.

"You know, you should be a bit more respectful. I welcomed you into my home, I bought you everything you needed..."

"Yes... I'm sorry. I'll make do," he replied.

"Don't worry about it, go to bed, you must be tired."

Arthur went up to his room, changed his briefs once again with regret, and fell asleep immediately.

The sound of children playing in the park was something he missed. He was used to waking up to it every morning. Especially on Saturdays. Here, it was very quiet. No shouting, nothing. Just the ticking of the clock, the coolness of the air conditioning, and the dampness of the sheets.

The dampness of the sheets.

Arthur sat up suddenly. Why were the sheets wet?

He lifted them and saw a large stain covering his pajama pants as well. He had no idea what it could be. A leak from the roof? From the air conditioning?

He looked at the ceiling for a hole for a good ten minutes before he realized.

He had wet the bed.

His eyes widened, and he carefully got out of bed.

This was a nightmare. He had soaked the sheets, the mattress, and his pajamas. What would Liam say? He mustn't find out. He began to think of a plan to hide it when a noise interrupted his thoughts. The door had just opened, exposing Arthur, with his soaked crotch and the sheets in his hand, to Liam's view.

If shame could kill, Arthur would be six feet under.

Liam looked at him, "Did we have a little accident?"

No sound could come out of his mouth.

"It's okay, it can happen even at your age. If you didn't go to the bathroom last night, yesterday's events might have... caused everything to overflow."

Arthur nodded, covered in shame.

"Go wash up, I'll change your sheets," Liam reassured him with a kind smile.

He complied and went to the bathroom to lock himself in.

He looked at the little teddy bears on his briefs, now turned yellow.

He couldn't believe it. He had wet the bed like a three-year-old, not even able to hold it.

"These are exactly the kind of underwear I deserve. I'm not worthy of wearing anything other than toddler briefs," he thought, dejected.

He washed up, got dressed, and then went down to eat. He didn't dare exchange a single word all day, too ashamed to have disappointed or angered Liam.

As 9 PM approached and he prepared to go to bed, Liam knocked on his door.

He opened it timidly.

"I don't want you to feel guilty about what happened."

"I'm really sorry, Liam, I don't know why I..."

"It's not your fault, but you're going to have to wear this."

He pulled out a thick sort of brief from a package.

"What is that?" Arthur asked.

No. He knew exactly what it was, but he couldn't believe it.

"It's a Drynites," Liam replied.

"No, you're not going to make me wear that! I promise it won't happen again, I swear it was an accident!"

"I believe you, but I don't want to take any risks. I can't change your sheets every day."

Arthur stared at the Drynites, on the verge of tears.

"Just for tonight, okay? If it's dry tomorrow, then you can go back to wearing big-boy underwear, okay?"

"Fine, I'll wear it," he said, taking it from Liam's hands. "But stop talking to me like I'm a baby."

"Okay, haha, we'll see about that tomorrow. Good night, Arthur."

Once Liam left, he reluctantly put on the Drynites. It was strangely comfortable. Quite soft with a feeling of protection, but clearly degrading, he thought.

"Am I really going to spend the night with this? To prove what? That I'm dry? Pff, he'll see how ridiculous this is," he said, lying down.

He woke up quite early the next day, eager to show Liam that he was dry.

He lifted the sheet and was delighted to see that everything was dry, not a drop of urine on the mattress.

He got up and quickly went to see Liam.

"See, I was right, the sheets aren't wet, your thing was useless," he said, lowering his pants, pointing to the Drynites.

Liam looked at him, then lowered his gaze before bursting out laughing.

"What? Are you making fun of me?"

He approached.

"Arthur, I think the Drynites were actually very useful!" he said, feeling the front all swollen.

Arthur looked down and saw with horror the bulge. He hadn't felt it because it was still warm, but the Drynites were full. He had filled them. That night.