Mimis struggle – Chapter Ten

Mimis struggle – Chapter Ten

Mimi’s alarm rang loud and clearly for about five seconds before she whacked it several times to get it to shut up. Eventually she hit the off button which meant she could go right ahead and ignore it like she usually did. The whole alarm procedure was a little bit superfluous because her mother would always come in and wake her up with a diaper check anyway, but it was just one of those little things Mimi liked to do to fool herself that she was somehow in control of her own life. Like any normal teenager she didn’t need her mom to wake her up, just like she didn’t wet the bed or need diapers.

The fact that she was currently dry only proved one out of the three, and only to an uninformed observer, because at this point Mimi woke up from her snooze.

“Huh?” she mumbled, having not quite heard the result through her semi-sleep stage.
“I said you’re all dry this morning.” Her mother reiterated, adding a “good girl” for added effect.

Waking up dry was always a proud moment in Mimi’s day, though this time it was a little unsurprising since she had wet right before bed time the night before. Still, she had to cling on to the small victories.
“Thanks mom, I tried really hard.” She said, as her mom began the dry reward routine and reached for the tapes of her diaper.
Little did Mimi know just how small her victory really was, because instead of un-taping her so that she could be out of diapers for a while like normal, her mother simply checked the tapes to make sure they were still snug before tugging at the leg gatherings for good measure. Finally, she pulled her pyjamas back on over the top, sealing the situation. Mimi was being denied her much deserved out of diapers time.
“Come on, let’s go down for breakfast honey, you don’t wanna be late for school.”
Like today was any different from every other day, Mimi thought. What does she think I’m gonna do?

Her mother stood waiting in the room with Mimi still in bed, half contemplating going back to sleep out of spite. It was a stupid idea she knew, as it would only be her who suffered if she was late. Still, she had a few moments to gather her thoughts; after all she had just woken up.

So she was no longer allowed her usual panties, just like the day before. Not that it was such a big surprise; after yesterdays antics she fully expected the same result, and she had lost all incentive to stay dry at night anyway. It just happened to be a coincidence that she was dry this morning, but at least it now confirmed it – there were going to be no more opportunities for underwear until her plan was seen through. She had to be fully committed to the cause if she ever wanted freedom again, which ironically meant redoubling her efforts to use her diapers. Even though she had been checked and found dry not two minutes ago, Mimi decided to wet her diaper before she got out of bed. Her mother had other plans however, and proceeded to lift the lazy teen onto her feet having figured that she’d already spent long enough lounging around in bed. Mimi’s concentration was obviously elsewhere so she couldn’t react, only hoping that her mother didn’t notice she was still wetting even as she was led out of her room by the hand. It was all she could to grab her glasses on the way out.
Breakfast time felt like it always did to Mimi, since now she was in a wet diaper being dragged around like some kid. Her father had already left for work as he sometimes did, which didn’t make Mimi feel any happier. She didn’t care that Ally was also sitting at the table anymore, her diapers were never coming off and so there wasn’t a great deal extra to feel embarrassed about. Not that the annoying brat’s stares weren’t getting on her nerves…

A ten minute rush later and all breakfasts were finished and cleared away, leaving Mimi with the inevitable drag back to her room to be changed. She knew it was coming, so same as always she quickly left the table and headed for the stairs, expecting to be intercepted at any moment by her mother.
Mimi had already made it half way up the stairs before she realised that she was still alone and with the full use of both her arms. Her mother was probably waiting upstairs… or not, she realised as she closed her bedroom door behind her. What was going on? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had breakfast in a diaper without having it taken off immediately after. Should she wait in her room? Should she just ignore it and get dressed for school as normal? Should she take her diaper off herself?

And then it hit. The standard routine went like this: taken to breakfast, eat, taken to her bedroom, diaper off, get ready for school, go to the kitchen, have pull-up put on. By that routine she would be without any kind of diaper for at least two stages of the morning. Obviously with her mothers new “never without protection” kick that wouldn’t be acceptable. She was clearly supposed to stay in that diaper until the last possible moment when she would have it taken off for her pull-up. Retarded, she thought, but at least it made sense and she could just get ready for school as normal.

“Hurry up Mimi, we’re going to be late!” Ally chimed like a broken record. Why was everyone so obsessed with them being late? They walked to school for god’s sake, and at a push they could run it in half the time so there was never any real danger. Today was particularly ridiculous, as Mimi had made absolutely sure she was down and ready to go earlier than usual. In Mimi’s mind this was just one more piece of evidence that her sister was just out to purposely annoy her.
“Come on.” Her mother called, gesturing for Mimi to come closer. She reluctantly obeyed; slightly annoyed that she would have to reveal a wet diaper in front of Ally. If she would have known that the routine was going to change she might have thought twice about wetting earlier. Probably not though, she realised.
Mimi waddled over to where her mother stood waiting, but something didn’t seem quite right. She had been spun her around so that her mother could put the spare pull-ups in her back pack, which was normal she guessed, but usually that came after she’d been put into one first. Now that she thought about it, had the pile of pull-ups that always sat on the table been the same? She hadn’t looked properly before having to face the other way, but somehow, things felt different.
“Off you go then.” Her mother said. Looking at the kitchen clock she added, “Maybe you can be early for once and surprise everyone.” Ally rolled her eyes at her mother’s lame attempt at humour then walked towards the door. Mimi followed slowly to give her mother a chance to realize her obvious mistake, but she stopped when it looked as though her mother was about to leave the room. A small edge of hope arose inside her; for as long as she could remember her mother had never forgotten once. Maybe she was finally being allowed to put her own pull-up on?

She wanted to be sure. “Erm, mom?” she squeaked.
“Hmmm?” she responded, only half stopping. “Everything o.k?”
“My pull-up.” Mimi stated matter-of-factly, confident she needed no further explanation.
“Oh, I see.” Her mother answered, turning about face and returning to the kitchen. “I suppose I should really have mentioned it first, though I was hoping you’d understand yourself.”
Mimi had no idea what she talking about, though her mother’s cryptic reasoning was nothing new.
“I think I have an idea…” She said trying to show optimism but at the same time wanting clarification.
“That’s a relief. I was worried you hadn’t noticed.”
Noticed what? Mimi thought, even more unclear about what was happening than before. After a few seconds of awkward silence waiting for her mother to continue, she decided to voice her confusion.
“Um, noticed what?”
This time it was her mothers turn to be surprised. After all, Mimi had just admitted that she had an idea what was going on.
“Why you’re wearing a diaper to school. You understand, right?”
“What?” That wasn’t good news. Being able to change her own pull-up, the only explanation that she’d given herself, was suddenly replaced by a much more obvious one.
“Oh dear.” Her mother sighed, realising that her daughter did not understand at all. She would need to explain quickly and diplomatically if she wanted to avoid a scene. “Yes Mimi, I’m putting you back into diapers for school. I think you know that it’s for the best but I should have said something sooner. I’m sorry if it’s such a surprise to you.”
In Mimi’s head it was and at the same time it wasn’t. Now that it was happening it seemed like such an obvious thing for her mother to do so she actually wasn’t surprised. It had just never crossed her mind that there was any chance it could happen, that her mother would actually do it.
“But I don’t need diapers for school.” She said desperately.
“Sweetie, I know it’s not your fault but you have been coming home very wet lately…” she cooed, hoping that Mimi would get the hint and just accept it without embarrassment.
“They were… accidents mom, that’s what the pull-ups are for, right?” she said meekly, hoping for the exact same thing from her mother. Of course neither were about to be granted their wish.
“Yes Mimi, but nearly every day is a lot to ask from pull-ups. You’ve been leaking a lot too.”
“Accidents!” Mimi repeated dejectedly, unable to think of a better response. Then one hit her, “And sometimes I run out… I just need more pull-ups.” hell she’d settle for taking a whole pack of pull-ups to school; it was better than wearing diapers.
“At first I thought that too, Mimi, and that it was my fault for not giving you enough, but yesterday you didn’t use all of your pull-ups and leaked worse than ever. Do you remember?” In truth the leaky pull-up was only one reason to put her back in diapers. She didn’t want to have to mention all the messy pull-ups she’d had to change after school, but would if she had to.
Fortunately, Mimi nodded her understanding.

She could not win this argument for a whole host of reasons, the least of which being that she was already wearing a diaper and so would be going to school in one whether she liked it or not. She tried to feel angry but was having a hard time feeling anything other than disappointment. After all, it was mostly her fault. She knew she had been good about sticking to her plan, and that was important, but she had also been careless about how she approached it. Turning up home soaked and loaded had seemed like a good idea at the time, but she’d never considered how it must have looked to her mom. Well, no use crying about it now, although she feared she probably would at some point.
“How long for?” she asked, hoping for something to work with, a supplementary goal.
“Maybe when your control gets a little better, then we’ll see.” Mimi had heard those words many times before and knew them to be her mother’s way of saying it probably wouldn’t happen. That did make her want to cry. But at least it strengthened her resolve, since the only way her control was going to get any better was if she continued her plan, which she was now more determined than ever to do. And on the plus side, being in diapers at school meant it would be easier to concentrate on it.

The silence was once again long and awkward, but this time it was broken by Ally, who had been listening to the whole thing and had only just pulled herself together from excitement.
“Can we go yet?” she said innocently, masking the intense satisfaction she was feeling.
“Yes, you probably should.” She turned back to Mimi, “Since you already have your diaper on you can just get off. Goodbye girls, have a nice day.”
“See you later mom!” Ally said opening the door and stepping out. Mimi didn’t move. She stayed standing right in the same spot facing her mother, who, in light of everything that had just happened, thought Mimi might be ready to make a fuss about something.
“Everything o.k?” she said for the second time that morning. Only this time there was at least one less conversation that could result.

Of course everything wasn’t o.k. Aside from the fact that she was about to have the worst day of her life wearing diapers at school, she had, through a series of changes to the routine that she wasn’t aware of before hand, been “tricked” into wetting her diaper at a very inconvenient time.
“I’m wet.” She revealed.
“Already?” was all her mother would say. Not in the mood to beat around the bush, Mimi raised her skirt sufficiently to expose her wet diaper.
“Awww, honey” She coddled, now clear of the situation, “and after you did so well staying dry last night too.”

Mimi was led by the hand into the front room followed by Ally, who had come back inside to see what the hold up was about.
“Good thing you’re a little early this morning.” Their mother remarked as she began to change Mimi’s diaper. “It’d be no good you having to change as soon as you got to school, right?” Mimi said nothing, which didn’t matter because her mother erupted into a new conversation almost immediately.
“Oh, I shouldn’t need to tell you this but I may as well remind you while we’re here. Of course you won’t be able to change yourself at school, so if you need a new diaper then you should go to the nurse’s office.” Pre-empting a negative reaction from Mimi, she added a bit more explanation. “Don’t worry about asking, she’ll help you – it’s her job. Or I guess you could always ask a teacher too if you think they wouldn’t mind.” She offered, figuring that kids these days must be a pretty close to their favourite teachers.

Mimi said nothing. Not an objection, not a complaint, nothing. It was just too ridiculous. She was fully prepared to dismiss everything her mother just said as though she had never said it. Mimi often thought her mother to be very sneaky with the way she found creative ways to make her suffer more than a normal teenager in diapers, but this wasn’t one of her better ideas. Firstly she obviously had never met the school nurse, or she would have realised that “she” was actually a “he”. Then there was the idea of asking a teacher. Sure there were plenty of kind teachers who, when she thought about it, she would rather have change her than her mom, but they’d probably laugh in her face at best or report her to the guidance councillor at worst. Indeed changing in the school bathrooms was going to be a royal pain and would probably need some thinking about, but her mother would never know if she was doing that instead. It was such an unreasonable idea that even Ally didn’t say anything. Sure it was funny to think of Mimi having to ask a teacher to be changed, but she doubted that anyone would go along with it and that there was no way her mother would be able to enforce it. Then there was always the possibility that people would start to think the whole family were weird…

“All done and ready for school.” He mom said upon finishing. “Try and keep this diaper dry if you can dear, but I’ve already put some extra diapers in your bag just in case.” She didn’t expect to get many dry diapers returned, making her whole speech a little bit arbitrary, but she figured it might give her daughter a little confidence all the same. Mimi muttered thanks and got to her feet, wincing as she tried to make sure her diaper was completely invisible under her skirt. She wasn’t a hundred percent convinced. Mimi had already assumed that her bag would be laden with diapers and had held a tiny hope that her mother would at least have bought her some slightly thinner ones to wear to school. Judging by the diaper she had just been put into however she was in no such luck. It was exactly the same absorbent diaper she always wore. Great. Some day this was going to be.

The End of Mimis Struggle – Chapter Ten.

If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index

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