One morning Miss Peters, the nurse at Braxton College, heard a knock on her door. When she answered she saw Tom standing there looking rather sad and embarrassed.
"What's wrong, Tom?" she queried.
"Mrs. Schultz asked me to report to you." he replied, before casting his eyes remorsefully down at the wet spot on the front of his pants.
"Oh no! Not again, Tom!" Nurse Peters chastised.
She briskly took Tom by the arm and lead him into the part of her office that was curtained off and had him sit down on the exam table.
"Wait here while I call your emergency contact." she told him.
At this point the three other university students waiting to see the nurse in the office looked at each other and giggled. Tom listened to their giggles and whispers as the nurse was speaking to one of his family members. Moments later she returned. She removed his shoes and then told him to stand.
"Is anyone coming to pick me up?" he asked.
"Not this time." Nurse Peters replied tersely as she began to unbutton his pants. Tom's face flushed bright red.
"Then...what are you going to do?" he asked worriedly as she unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down to his ankles.
"I'm going to change you." she replied in a matter of fact way.
Tom felt his blood flush up into his face hotly as Nurse Peters pulled his wet, jockey briefs down and away from his butt. He was now naked from the waist down standing in front of her while still hearing the giggles of the students on the other side of the curtain. He covered his under-sized penis with his hands.
"Okay, now lay down on the table." Nurse Peters directed firmly.
Tom was hesitant and confused, but he didn't want to ask any more questions and have the other students there hear. He got up onto the cool, cushioned exam table cautiously. Then he slid up and laid down, putting his hands back over his privates.
Nurse Peters went to the sink and returned with a wet washcloth. She told him to remove his hands from his privates and lift his legs high into the air. Understanding that she was now going to wipe him, Tom complied, shifting his arms up to a position over his face.
Nurse Peters then moved to the end of the table and pushed one of his legs out wider as she began to rub the washcloth over his genitalia and buttocks. His small penis and scrotum bounced from side to side harmlessly under her firm washing hand.
Tom could only watch through his arms as the whole process took place. He knew none of this was his fault. It was Mrs. Schultz's tough bathroom policies that were to blame.
Nurse Peters worked the washcloth down deep into the crack of his butt and scrubbed his anus, as well. Then she washed her hands and returned with a pink bottle of lotion. She poured the lotion into one palm and held his heels back with her other hand. Tom's blood rushed hot into his face again. Why was she putting baby lotion on him he wondered?!
"Does that feel better?" she asked as she rubbed the lotion deep into his privates and butt cheeks.
Tom nodded shamefully, trying even harder now to cover his face.
Then Nurse Peters wiped the remaining lotion off of her hands and went to the supply cabinet. She returned moments later with a white institutional diaper in her hands. When Tom saw the diaper adrenalin shot up his spine and formed a knot in his throat.
