Mimis struggle – Chapter Eight
Two dirty diaper changes in as many days… Mimi was starting to lose a little bit of faith in her plan. She thought she had known exactly what she was getting into when she decided to go through with it, but now that it was upon her she realized just what a big change it was to go to all from nothing. She felt awkward, embarrassed, and small.
To make matters worse Mimi also realized just how wrong she had been to think that using her diapers on purpose would somehow empower her in times such as this. In reality she felt even worse, almost guilty that she was getting changed as a result of her actions and not because of a genuine accident. The feeling was not dissimilar to the one she’d had only moments before when she returned home without any spare pull-ups to show. Still, her day at school had put her in a good frame of mind so she just had to reassure herself that it was all going to be worthwhile. It stood to reason that the beginning would be the hardest part; her sudden change in behavior and attitude would take some adjusting to for all involved, especially for Mimi herself. Things would be much better once everyone was used to the situation. She wanted it to seem normal and fall into a routine, but she had no idea how long that was going to take and could only hope it would be sooner rather than later. Knowing that her mother probably wouldn’t say anything gave her some ironic comfort, since she would now have to rely on that same uncompromising mentality she hated so much to get the routine set.
Sure enough, her mother didn’t even mention the subject when Mimi had to be changed again before bed. Instead she made the same idle small talk she always did whenever Mimi was too tired to make a fuss. The next morning went more or less the same.
And the next day. And the next.
It was hard to tell if her control would get any better in the new situation, which was at first mildly disconcerting to Mimi. After all, the whole point of going through her radical change in attitude and supposedly “giving in” to diapers was to come away with better control, so that she could fight the battle to get out of them. Still, it was early days for her new “routine” to be showing any noticeable results to her control, so Mimi was content not to worry about that side of things just yet. She even figured that it would be better just to forget about the goal altogether, lest she become discouraged by a lack of immediate results. First the hardships needed to be overcome so that the routine could be set, then rewards would make themselves evident much later.
Even Ally’s reaction to the whole thing, Mimi’s worst fear, wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Once Ally realized that the frequency of Mimi’s “accidents” was increasing, she made the conscious decision not to make a big deal out of it. She hadn’t exactly been the most supportive sister, and if Mimi was losing control she could be partly responsible. Basically she didn’t want to do anything that could make her feel guilty, while also secretly hoping that it would continue. This attitude actually worked to Mimi’s advantage. Since she had started treating her diapers with a lot more apathy, Ally had lost a lot of the power she had over her sister. She still made a point to take interest in every check, every after-school routine, every public change, but the thrill was gradually lessening.
School was becoming nicely routine too as Mimi eventually learned just how much a pull-up could take before needing a change. In the beginning it had been difficult keeping up with the plan through fear of her pull-ups leaking, and more than once she had been forced to keep a low profile because of exactly that turn of events. Her caution meant that it was never more than minor dripping as she wet her pull-ups in private, or small wet patches on her skirt as she let go in class – nothing too catastrophic (though her mom was quick to notice every time she came home with the latter). But those only accounted for a few weeks of teething trouble; she was now wetting almost freely during the day and could avoid most problems.
She also noticed that after a week or so of coming home with few or no pull-ups her mom had started slipping a few extra into her bag each morning which only made things easier. She was still unsure about messing at school, so would hold it on as long as she could to avoid having to deal with the situation that would arise. This resulted in more than one soiled pull-up on the journey home and subsequent finding out as soon as she entered the house, but she could deal with those consequences considering that she was still unsure just how well her pull-ups could hold up to that kind of accident.
So far Mimi’s biggest fear about just letting go was one that had barely materialized. She figured that by using her pull-ups at school it would seriously increase the chances of her friends finding out, and that she would have to be ever vigilant to keep from exposing herself. However, like most people who wear diapers in some capacity, Mimi had completely overestimated just how much they would show. Being wet made her pull-ups swell a little, but no where near enough for them to sag below her skirt or cause a bulge. She avoided her friends if ever she had a leak, and that was all it took to keep the secret going. It was obvious that being in pull-ups and not diapers made all the difference, and Mimi was thankful her diapers were far away safely back at home.
Soon, using her diapers at home seemed like second nature to Mimi. It didn’t take her long to stop using the bathroom altogether when diapered, instead being dependant on her mother for changes. Much to Mimi’s relief, the increase in diaper changing was simply taken on board by her mother as though nothing was different; she would change her in more or less the same way and in all the same places, the only difference being that they were now more regular. As a result checks became a more regular occurrence too. Occasionally, instead of asking Mimi if she needed a change like she normally would, her mother had taken to stealing quick checks whenever it was convenient to get at her diaper, like if she was walking by or just lounging around in the sitting room. At first Mimi felt uncomfortable if this happened and would revert back to her old ways of resisting interaction with her diapers, but whenever she did that her mother would become frustrated and the resulting diaper change would be less than civil, so she soon learned to go with it. After all she guessed it was probably just to save time, and if she needed changing then there was no real reason to cause a problem. It certainly made things easier.
One thing Mimi still clung to however, was her sacred panties allowance that came right after school before she had her diaper put on, and on a morning if she was dry. The latter didn’t happen very often any more, but still she made a point to indulge whenever she could to remind herself that just because her plan meant soiling her diapers, it didn’t mean she needed them.
Mimi also made a point to keep using the bathroom whenever she had underwear on, a decision that was easily justified after the mistake she’d made the first time. No way was she going to have a repeat of that! Filling her diapers was one thing, but right in front of her mother like some bratty little kid was not her idea of a successful mission. Now she always made sure to use the bathroom during panty time if she needed to, ending the possibility of a reoccurrence. And it wasn’t as though it jeopardised her plan either. Initially Mimi had been worried that using the bathroom at any point would not help her build up control, but it was often the case that she really did need to go by the time she got her panties on, which wasn’t surprising when she considered the timing. On a morning if her diaper was dry then there was a good chance she’d need to go as soon as she woke up, and Mimi had taken to not wanting to mess at school so often she would still be holding on by the time she got back, if she hadn’t already filled her pull-up of course. Indeed, there was no point risking having an accident in her beloved panties when using the bathroom wasn’t making much of difference anyhow.
Secretly though, her main reason for keeping up the bathroom habit was purely for her own sense of self satisfaction. Now that she was almost constantly in a wet diaper, peeing the way a big girl should felt ten times better than it ever did. Yes, her brief underwear sessions kept Mimi’s morale high through out the whole ordeal; they were something to look forward to, a welcome respite: Mimi’s rock.
A few weeks into the plan and Mimi was on her way home as usual. Her pull-up was pretty soaked, causing some discomfort, but she still had two dry ones in her bag – a first since she’d started wetting them on purpose. The reason for her pull-up’s current condition had been carelessness; she flooded it more or less without thinking which had caused yet another leak. As a result her skirt showed the familiar wet spots that were characteristic of her transition to wetting in school. All the same, Mimi figured that her mom wouldn’t exactly care, and after all it had happened during last period. Having two clean pull-ups to show was a good enough incentive not to change at school, and she was planning on holding on her other need until she could use the bathroom anyway.
“Soaked again.” Her mother remarked to herself, more at the dampness of Mimi’s skirt than at the state of her pull-up, which was pretty much normal.
“And two spare.” She added after checking her daughter’s bag. Mimi beamed with pride, but she did not receive the encouragement that she would have liked.
“Why didn’t you use one to change?”
“It happened on the way home.” Mimi lied, almost instinctively. Not that her mother had really been expecting an answer, but it was important to keep up appearances. With a sigh, the offending skirt was once again tossed into the laundry pile to be cleaned. It made no difference to Mimi, who had several more matching skirts in her room – one of the few merits of having a school uniform. Ally looked on with renewed fervor. Seeing Mimi in a wet pull-up was not as satisfying as a wet diaper, but the fact that she had leaked more than made up for it.
Mimi knew to lie down on her bed to have her pull-up taken off, the way she always did if it was wet so she could be cleaned up. She was careful at first because of her growing need to use the bathroom again, but she soon realized that it wasn’t too bad and so wouldn’t have to concentrate. She allowed herself to drift off as her mother removed the used garment and quickly cleaned up.
Humming a tune in her head, it took Mimi a few moments to realize that the change was over. Although, it might also have had something to do with the fact that her mother had not lifted her off the bed like she normally did, nor had she left the room. Instead she was still beside the bed, rummaging around in something. Mimi felt mildly embarrassed that she had allowed herself to remain in a change position nakedly day-dreaming, so she sat up and casually swung her legs off the bed. She hoped that her little drifting off hadn’t eaten into her underwear time.
Her mother immediately swung Mimi’s legs back onto the bed and just as casually pushed her back.
What the hell? Mimi let out a surprised gasp as she lost her balance and fell back onto the bed. She wasn’t quite sure what had happened, and was just about to exclaim some of her confusion when her mother appeared over her, apparently having finished rummaging. She promptly lifted Mimi’s legs, which Mimi automatically raised out of habit, and slipped a diaper under her.
“What are you doing?” Mimi asked, still a little disorientated.
“Erm, changing you?” her mother said, as though it was the dumbest question ever. Which in a way, it was.
“But why?”
“Because you wear diapers Mimi. Gosh you’re not doing very well today are you?” Mimi didn’t appreciate her mother’s sudden sense of humour one bit.
“But… you know what I mean!”
“I know hun, and I think you know what I mean when I ask you not to make a fuss.”
Mimi didn’t know what to say. After all, it was never really agreed that she was supposed to be wearing panties while her mother waited to put a diaper on her each day.
“I think I’ve been very good about letting you have your… “wishing time” after school. Don’t you?”
Mimi remained quite. She knew now what was happening and thought about resisting, but because she’d spent so much time being clueless the change was already too far underway.
“And although you may not have noticed it yourself, I think your potty training hasn’t quite been going in the right direction lately.” Mimi’s inner child turned from twelve to six to two years old in the space of one slanderous sentence.
“So I don’t think you should be without protection for such a long time anymore. I’m sorry sweetie, I know how you liked your private moments but I’m only thinking of you.”
Mimi thought about her mothers words. She knew in her heart that her “potty training”, the cringe worthy term that her mother often used to describe basically whenever she used the bathroom, was going in the right direction, but she was also fully aware that to everyone else it would appear to be the opposite. It was one of the biggest draw backs of her plan. She tried to rationalise that it wasn’t a problem; that since she was using her diapers it didn’t matter if she lost her brief underwear time.
Still, the diaper wasn’t taped up yet so there was always a chance, no matter how little she had to negotiate with.
“But I need to use the bathroom. I can feel it.” She said before instantly realising the stupidity of it.
Unaware of Mimi’s plan, her mother did not understand what Mimi was implying.
“That’s a good girl, I’ve nearly finished putting your diaper on. You can use the bathroom when I’m done.”
Moments later, the last tape was in place.
“There you go.” She said lifting Mimi to her feet, “Now you can go to the toilet.” Without the risk of accidents on the way, she added in her head but didn’t voice to Mimi. She was very much in favour of encouragement during the difficult training years.
Once alone, Mimi was left to lament her poor choice of words. She couldn’t beat herself up too much; although she would have liked to believe that a better defence could have swayed her mother’s decision, she knew deep down that it would never have worked. Ah well, just another thing she’d have to deal with to see the plan through. It hadn’t quite hit home that she’d lost her rock.
The End of Mimis Struggle – Chapter Eight.
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