Detective Conan: The Yellow Sheets Alibi (Part 6)
Summary: The Professor changes Haibara in one room while Ran changes a very upset Conan in the next. Conan and Ran try to face the fact that this may become normal for them soon.
Notice: This is part 6 of Detective Conan: The Yellow Sheets Alibi. Check out parts 1-5 in the description before reading. Or don't. Your call I guess.
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Ran knocked on the door, her purse in one hand and a plastic bag containing Conan's things in the other. The plastic bag was mostly transparent, at a quick glance you would only see the unmistakable bright colours of a pack of diapers.
Professor Agasa opened the door and beckoned her inside, "Welcome back, Ran."
"Hi Professor, how was Conan?" she asked, worried about leaving the sick boy too long.
"Despite his irritable condition he was lovely to have around, as usual," The Professor responded.
"And did he...stay dry?" Ran asked. She was worried the boy might have had another accident while she was out, making babysitting him an even bigger burden for The Professor.
The Professor gave an awkward chuckle and said, "Well in a sense. It wasn't a fun conversation but I was able to get Haibara to admit she was wearing protection. Conan seemed open to the idea of wearing pull-ups so long as he wasn't the only one. I'm afraid he did have an accident a little while ago in the middle of a test, though."
Ran bit her lip, "How'd he handle it?"
"I think he's trying to hide it from Haibara and I haven't had a chance to get him cleaned up yet," he said.
Ran was content with that, every time the boy had had an accident so far it had been a major emotional ordeal. Now that's he's afforded some semblance of secrecy to his problem she hoped that his bad moods may be more manageable.
"Well I have to put some new pants on him before we head back home anyway, might as well get it over with and change him while I'm at it," she said. "Where is Conan anyway?"
"Him and Haibara are still in the lab, I'll go get him," he said. The Professor poked his head into the lab door and said, "Conan, Ran is back from shopping. Haibara will help me clean up, she wants to talk to you alone for a second."
Conan separated himself from Haibara's grasp and began to walk out of the room. His steps became increasingly awkward as he tried to find a way to walk without feeling the strange rub of his wet pull-up against his butt and thighs.
Ran saw him as he came into the living room, visibly wearing nothing but The Professor's oversized t-shirt. His strange way of walking with different steps on each strut and his glances down to his waist would have let her know immediately he'd had an accident if The Professor hadn't already told her.
"Hi Conan," Ran said.
"Hi," Conan said, finally taking his attention off his undergarment and smiling toward Ran. It's then that he saw the bag she was holding and the white and red pack of diapers it was obviously hiding. He knew what was coming but being faced with his own pack of diapers was a little overwhelming for the boy. His smile vanished.
Ran swung the package behind her back, kicking herself for allowing the package to be so confrontational to the boy. She tried to play it off, "So are you ready to get dressed and head back home?"
Conan's eyes shot wide open as he realized something; Ran was going to find out one way or another he'd an an accident. He decided to confess, he didn't want her to think he couldn't even tell if he was wet or not.
"Ran…" he said, averting his gaze to the floor, "I...had an accident...The Professor…" It was becoming too much, every word was getting quieter and his voice was breaking.
"Shhhh," Ran said, putting down her things and hugging the boy. "It's alright, The Professor told me everything. We're gonna take this one day at a time and soon you'll feel like your old self again."
Conan said nothing, he just kept his head down and focused on the uncomfortable wet feeling of his pull-up. It wasn't his favorite feeling but if it stopped him from crying he'd take it.
Ran took Conan's hand and stood up. She walked to the bathroom, dragging the sad boy along. When they were both inside the bathroom she locked the door and turned to the boy.
"Alright, arms up," she said.
Conan hesitated, he liked that this t-shirt allowed The Professor to put on his pull-up without having to see anything. "Can you...do my pants first?" he asked.
Ran frowned. She wasn't sure how to put this delicately. "Sorry Conan, we wouldn't want to risk letting The Professor's shirt touch your privates before I have a chance to clean them, would we?"
Conan grabbed the front of his shirt and used it to cover his face in embarrassment. He could feel himself starting to cry but if he was to make it through this ordeal then he'd have to force some control over his emotional state.
Conan unhid his face. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before putting his arms up, allowing Ran to lift the shirt off of him.
Ran took the shirt off and saw the pull-up the boy was wearing. She knew Conan was wearing Haibara's pull-ups but she hadn't expected to see the pink and white bunny rabbits of pull-ups clearly meant for young girls. "Oooh, cute!" she pined. One hand shot to her mouth, she had not meant to say that out loud.
Conan opened his eyes and looked down at his body, naked except for the pink bunny rabbit pull-ups covering his waist. Conan felt every bit of emotional control slip away from him, giving in to a deep indignation. "Girl's pull-ups?! They're not cute, I didn't agree to wear girl's pull-ups!" he yelled, balling up his fists.
This sudden outburst took Ran by surprise. "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have said anything."
Conan ignored her as hot tears started to fall down his face. "Why do I have to wear these in the first place, the accidents weren't my fault!" he yelled.
"Conan, not so loud!" Ran whispered, forcefully. "The Professor said you'll only need these for a few weeks, then you should be all better."
"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. WEAR. DIAPERS!" he yelled back, slamming his fists against his bare legs with every word.
Ran had never seen Conan like this. She was getting used to his episodes of sadness but she'd never seen him throw a tantrum like this. It broke her heart but she knew that if Conan was going to act like this she would have to treat him appropriately. "Conan, if you don't settle down then I'm going to walk you home in nothing but that wet pull-up you're wearing!" she said, trying to express as much authority as she could.
That seemed to reach Conan, the real Conan. He forgot the golden rule for a second: never piss off Ran. His eyes softened and he unballed his fists. He started taking deep breaths but between his heart rate and his nose running from crying they sounded more like heavy wheezes.
Ran was still a little angry but she couldn't help but turn that anger into pity as she looked at the small crying boy wheezing uncontrollably and standing completely naked save for a wet pink and white pull-up with a yellow tint. "Conan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you," she said.
It didn't seem to help much, the boy hardly acknowledged her as he stood there crying. She decided to continue, with or without his help. She reached into her shopping bag and pulled out a small pack of pull-ups. She took one out and examined it.
They were much like Haibara's except instead of white and pink with rabbits it was white and blue with bears. "See, aren't these cooler?" she said, presenting the pull-up to Conan. 'Cool' wasn't the thought that came to Conan's mine when he saw them, however, and he just continued to pout, mostly being out of tears.
Ran sighed again and put the clean pull-up aside while she dealt with the wet pull-up he was currently wearing. She tore off it's sides and pulled it out from Conan's legs before rolling it up and setting it in the garbage.
Ran reached into her bag and pulled out the wet wipes. Conan tensed up, the thought of his girlfriend touching those regions was too much for him to take right now. "Please...you don't need to…" he pleaded, but Ran cut him off.
"Conan please, I need to make sure you're clean first. Close your eyes, it will be over in a minute," she said.
Conan did as he was asked and he closed his eyes. He winced as the cold, wet wipe touched the area between his privates and his butt. Then he felt the cloth make its way up through the divet on his thigh, then again with the other side.
Then he felt the cold wipe rub against his penis. "Aaah-," he whimpered as Ran thoroughly cleaned his small package of any leftover urine. Being touched in that way made Conan's lips start to quiver and his legs shake. He was 17-years-old and this is how he finally reached 2nd base: in the body of a first grader getting his pull-up changed.
Ran finished up and threw the wipe away. Conan opened his eyes and looked down to see his penis, which between the deeb emasculation of getting changed and the cold wet wipe was small, even for a regular kid who was his physical age. He moved his hands to hide it while Ran digged around in her plastic bag.
"Conan, do you have sensitive skin?" she asked.
"I don't know…" Conan answered, genuinely having never thought of it.
"Then maybe we should, just to be safe," she said, pulling out a bottle of diaper rash prevention cream.
"No! No, my skin doesn't get dry," Conan shot out quickly. It was bad enough when the only thing between his privates and her hand was a wet wipe.
Ran giggled at the boys quick response, "Alright, but we'll have to keep an eye on it," she said. Conan sighed in relief.
Ran picked up the pull-up and leaned down. Conan's look of relief was replaced with one of horror as he saw her face get close to his crotch. His hands tightened around his junk.
"It's alright, Conan, I'm not looking," she said. "Now, leg up."
Conan lifted one leg then the other as Ran slid on the pull-up. She then copied the same ritual they performed the morning before, Ran looked straight into the air as Conan removed his hands so she could bring the padding all the way up on the boy.
Conan smiled, he was partly happy to no longer be naked and he was partly happy about no longer having to stand around in his own urine. He was clean, with new protective underwear.
As Ran continued to put on Conan's t-shirt and shorts Conan was feeling out his new pull-up. It was less thick in the legs and more secure than his last one, which made sense because these were made for his anatomy. He hadn't necessarily disliked Haibara's pull-ups (until he had seen them) but these ones felt downright comfortable on him.
When Ran was finished she looked down at the boy and saw he had a faint smile. "See, much better now, isn't it?" she asked.
"Mhmm!" Conan nodded. He then started moving every which way, looking at his crotch and butt to see if the pull-up was noticeable underneath his shorts.
"You can't see a thing," Ran assured Conan.
Conan smiled and rubbed the back of his head with his hand. "Just making sure," he said. He then took on a more serious demeanor.
"Ran...I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just...can't seem to control myself…" he said, the last words shaking in his throat from having to confront that he really has no choice in the matter.
"I'm sorry too, but I think after a few more times we might be used to it. Then, in a few more weeks, it will just be history," she said.
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Meanwhile in the next room over Professor Agasa was busy helping Haibara change out of her wet pull-up. This had become a common occurrence between the two so the process went a lot smoother.
Haibara laid on her bed as The Professor lifted up her sundress and revealed her wet pull-up.
"You should have just went without me," The Professor said while ripping off the sides.
"And what if I missed something? What if Conan needed me?" she argued, staring intently at the ceiling. She, too, winced as The Professor brought the cold wet wipe to her bair body.
The Professor wiped her down quickly while saying, "You should have went before the test."
"I didn't have to go then…" Haibara said. She felt a pull-up slide onto her ankles and up to her waist.
The Professor picked her up by her armpits and stood her up straight. "Well, next time we should try going before you feel like it's an emergency," he suggested.
"That's potty training!" Haibara said defiantly.
'Hit a nerve,' The Professor thought to himself. He backpedaled, "Nonono, we need to test it for the drug. It might be your nerves failing to send signals in time." He was getting good at stepping around Haibara's moods.
This seemed to calm Haibara. "Right, sorry. Good idea," she said.
"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. WEAR. DIAPERS!" they heard faintly from the other room. The Professor snickered while Haibara looked away in shame. She had been just like that days earlier when Professor Agasa recommended protective underwear to alleviate the problem.
"We should go finish up in the lab," Haibara suggested, not wanting to be reminded of her own shame.
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Ran and Conan met up with Haibara and The Professor in the lab. The Professor ran through some general information about what Conan was going through, some of it true and some of it false. Haibara and Conan sat side by side, listening as the "real adults" talked about them like they weren't there. Neither dared to snicker when the subject of wetting came up.
The Professor finished by grabbing a bottle of pills and giving them to Ran. "Here's a drug I used with Haibara to speed along the process and make it more comfortable. It's an antibiotic mixed with a painkiller for stomach pains," he said.
Haibara leaned over and whispered to Conan, "It's just ibuprofen."
"Give him one in the morning and one in the late afternoon, with meals of course. And make sure he gets plenty of rest," The Professor concluded.
"Thank you Professor," Ran said. "Conan, what do we tell The Professor?"
"Thank you, Professor," Conan said somewhat dryly. Then he remembered the shirt, the pull-up, the tests, and the secrecy The Professor had helped him with. "Thank you for everything," he added, sincerely.
The Professor smiled and walked them to the door, waving them off. Before they left he made sure to tell Ran to bring Conan back in a couple of days for a check-up. They needed to constantly be testing him to keep an eye on the drugs.
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Ran and Conan started their walk home, the former still carrying her plastic bag displaying the package of diapers for older children. Conan attempted to hide his face and walk a bit behind her, not wanting passerbyers to make the connection that those diapers were for him or, worse, that he was wearing protection now.
As Conan and Ran were nearly home Conan felt the all too familiar urgent need to pee. He held himself with one hand as he began to walk faster. He walked so fast that he passed Ran, who was becoming very good at spotting when the boy needed a restroom.
"Common Conan, you can make it," she cheered, increasing her pace to match his. She made a mental note to remind the young boy to use the bathroom anytime they were heading out.
Conan, for his part, was mostly ignoring anything around him and focusing on walking fast and holding back the flood gates. As the Mouri house came into view he felt a wave of relief, one that shot down his body and forced him to use his other hand to hold back some pressure as well.
Ran jogged ahead of Conan to unlock the door. She held the door open for Conan as he ran inside, kicked off his shoes, and jogged up the stairs as fast as he could without loosing control.
Conan bursted into the bathroom and, without even closing the door, reached down to unbutton himself. As he slightly leaned over to attend to his clothing he felt the pain in his gut. Conan focused on undoing his button, then his zipper while trying to ignore the signals of pain his body was sending him but in doing so he lost some of the willpower he was using to hold his pee. As Conan's shorts dropped to the floor he felt a small spurt escape him and absorb into the pull-up.
Conan regained his control for a second and pulled the front of his pull-up down just enough to free his tool and aim it at the toilet. Conan gave a triumphant smile as he released the dam and heard a splashing of water. Then he heard a small clap coming from the door. He looked over.
Ran was at the door, smiling and clapping for the boy's small success. "Ran!" Conan exclaimed, his triumphant smile replaced with a look of indignant embarrassment.
"Oh, sorry," she said, blushing a little herself as she slid the bathroom door closed. She really was happy for the boy, though, and considering how changing his last pull-up went she was glad they wouldn't have to go through that again so soon.
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The rest of the day proceeded as normal. Ran's father wouldn't return until tomorrow so she knew she would have to stay home and take care of Conan, who she thought too sick to go to school. So she got ahead on her homework and lessons and made sure Conan did the same (not that Shinichi wasn't already 10 grades ahead anyway.) Conan spent the day reading and focusing on keeping his pull-up dry.
As nighttime approached Conan became tired much sooner than usual, so he excused himself to bed. As he headed to his room Ran got up to follow him. He looked back at her quizzically.
"Well, you need help getting dressed, right?" she asked.
Conan frowned. "Oh yeah, thanks," he said.
"Oh and don't forget to try and use the bathroom before bed," she reminded him.
"Yes, I know," Conan said, annoyed partly because she thought she needed to remind him and partly because he HAD actually forgotten.
"Here, go on ahead and I'll get your PJ's ready," she said as Conan made his way for the bathroom. Ran made a detour and grabbed the plastic bag full of supplies and went into Conan's room. She placed the supplies in Conan's closet so that the boy wouldn't have to stare at them. She then opened the package of tabbed diapers and pulled one out along with a bottle of baby powder.
She knew that Conan would need at least 12 hours of sleep and she knew Conan would wet the bed, so the boy needed thicker and longer lasting protection tonight. She sat on the ground and hid the powder and diaper behind her. She heard a flush and took a deep breath, preparing for the conversation she was about to have to have.
The door slid open and Conan saw Ran sitting next to his bed. "Conan, sit with me. We need to have a little talk."