John was afraid and confused. He knew he had put on regular underwear this morning and hadn't taken it off all day, yet now he was wearing pullups. He also was having more accidents then usual. Either he was going crazy, this was all a dream, or it was really happening, and John didn't think he was crazy or asleep.
When the bus came to a stop in front of his house, John quickly got up from his seat and moved as quickly and noisily to the front of the bus as he could, trying to cover up the sound of the training pants and ignore the strange looks he was getting from a few students. His mom asked him how his day was from the living room as soon as he was in the door. John just said everythging was fine but that he had some homework to do and was going up to his room, then ran upstairs and closed the door. His mother smiled a bit then went back to the work she had brought home with her.
John immediately made his way to his dresser, removing his pants and the pullup as he went. He opened the top drawer expecting to find some regular underwear like what he remembered putting on this morning but was shocked to find nothing but more of what he had just taken off. All of the new underwear his mother had gotten him had been replaced by trainers. Most of his older underwear had been thrown out by his mother but John still managed to find one surviving set of regular underwear. Though now too small to fit him, it hadn't been changed.