Bargain – Chapter Five
I’d met some of the neighbors already, so my initial moments at the little gathering were spent getting introduced to the people I hadn’t seen yet. I got along fairly well for the most part. One person happened to hear my diaper crinkling, I think, but she didn’t say anything. She did cast me a few odd looks though.
The first hour was spent in good spirits. Nothing of particular importance happened, save for getting a way overcooked burger… or maybe it was a lump of charcoal someone accidentally put between two buns. Either way, it was inedible. I wolfed down the edible burgers and was actually on my third when it hit me. That feeling I had known was coming. That I had forgotten about during my little fashion show. That I was doomed to suffer from until I either home or couldn’t take it anymore.
My bowels were cramping. I had to poop. And if I couldn’t get home in time I was going to make a messy diaper right in front of every person in attendance.
Convert Okay… stay calm. I told myself, Nothing serious is happening. It’s just a bowel movement. You’ve held them in before. At school or work when you couldn’t leave right away. Or, better yet, at home while you waited for Mommy and Daddy to put you on the pot. This is just like that. Don’t panic.
Much as you act like it at home, you are not a baby.
As much as I repeated that mantra, though, it wasn’t doing me much good. The number two that hadn’t come out on that morning’s potty break was making itself known now. I knew I wouldn’t hold out very long. I considered looking for Mommy or Daddy and making my problem known. Then I remembered they were unlikely to take me to a toilet, seeing as I didn’t use it for what I’d intended to once today already. They’d tell me that was my punishment for not using the potty when I’d said I’d had to.
I was still tempted, though. I mean, surely they wouldn’t want to clean up after a messy diaper? Then again, they were rather strict about the rules placed on me. If I spoke as an adult, even accidentally, I got the pacifier almost immediately. If I went somewhere I shouldn’t I was immediately put into the corner of my nursery for a time out. No, they’d never let me get away with not using my diaper. The only thing that would come from telling them would be their taking me home to do the deed.
I was resigned to alert Mommy and Daddy to my trouble and endure the inevitable when an idea hit me. There was another option. Mommy and Daddy were busy schmoozing. It would be a simple matter of saying nothing, sneaking into the bathroom here, and going potty. If it went all right, no one would be the wiser.
I looked around for Mommy and Daddy to make sure they were preoccupied.
Seeing that they were, I snuck into the house and began searching for the bathroom. The house was two stories, meaning there had to be at least two toilets around somewhere. Let’s see… kitchen… living room… locked door…
“Someone’s in here!” I heard a man’s voice call out from the other side.
Bathroom one found… and taken. I felt a cramp in my stomach, making me check other rooms. The first floor had only the one, but upstairs I found another quickly enough. But again…
“I’ll be out in a second.” Hoping (foolishly) that a second actually meant a second, I waited for this one. Several minutes later, a girl emerged.
“Finally!” I said as I went for the door. I shut it behind me and locked it tight. I approached the toilet, sitting there with a fuzzy blue seat cover, and proceeded to remove my overalls. I felt some wind break as I struggled with the left button. When that was free I got the second undone and let them drop to my feet. I began trying to pull down my diaper when I was reminded of a minor detail. I was still wearing my pink onesie. I bent over to undo the snaps when it happened.
Not a mess, not that one, anyway. I’m not sure exactly why, but in that instant I remembered something. Something out of my past.
The details were fuzzy, as I was four years old. But I recalled my mother and father had dragged me along to some party of theirs. I don’t know why, as they usually just left me home for that stuff. Regardless, I was there and, just like now, I’d had to go potty. Number two. I went into the bathroom solo (which I know for a fact I’d been doing since I was three), but I had trouble with the overall buttons. I struggled and struggled and struggled until, finally, I got one of them off. Then I struggled and struggled and struggled with the other. Unfortunately, by the time I’d gotten that one off it was too late. As my overalls fell to my ankles I performed the unpleasant deed of soiling my brand new Cinderella underpants.
“Aw, God, she crapped herself!” That had been my father’s reaction, when he had come in for the same reason I had and was stopped short by the sight of his daughter in dirty panties.
My mother walked in at his cry and I remember a horrible look on her face.
As if she was thinking “I have to clean that up!” Which of course she didn’t as, after dragging me into the car (not even bothering to let me pull up my overalls first) and driving me home, they just plopped me in the tub and left me to the rest. I’m not sure, but I think they went back to their party without me.
As that scene played out in my mind, and the little me in pigtails and big girl pants went poop, the big girl in pigtails and baby diapers did the same. My mind had gone numb at the sensation of my dirty diaper, and the memory of my prior accident. For nearly a minute I simply stood there in our neighbor’s bathroom, hunched over, the diaper I was wearing sagging a bit from my mess. Soon my legs gave out and I feel backwards, right onto the mess in my diaper, making it spread every which way within my diaper and some even leaking out.
That was how Mommy and Daddy eventually found me. It had taken them less time than I’d thought it would to notice I was gone. They asked a couple people and found I’d gone inside. It wasn’t hard for them to find me in the bathroom. In my haste to get undressed I’d neglected to lock the door. So they walked in and saw me, sitting there, overalls ’round my legs, quietly sobbing in my wet, messy, leaky diaper.
Truth be told, everything from that point on is a bit fuzzy. I think Daddy helped me to my feet while Mommy wiped up what had leaked out before pulling my overalls back up. Daddy helped me walk outside. If I protested that, nobody paid me any mind. I remember Mommy left, I think now she went to make some excuse for their leaving. She met back up with us, but I forget when.
The only thing on my mind was the sensation of walking in that diaper.
I didn’t even remember afterward Mommy and Daddy undressing me in the bathroom at home and giving my bottom a thorough wipe-down before putting me in the bath. Nor the clean diaper and clothes I was dressed in right after.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon and night in something of a daze. I sat in the family room, playing toys, only vaguely aware of what was happening around me.
The next morning, my rationale returned. Mommy and Daddy fetched me from my crib but, instead of changing my diaper, they removed the diaper and dressed me in panties and regular, grown-up clothes. I was very confused at first.
But then they sat me down and retold the prior day’s events. They didn’t say anything about my going behind their back to find a toilet, instead, they offered to cut me loose. I could go, but I would be paid as though I’d done the whole month. Or, if I wished, I could stay here the remainder, but I needn’t go through with the baby act any longer.
“Well, actually…” I had told them, “If it’s all right, I think I’d prefer things to stay like they are.” They were surprised, I’m sure.
“I-I mean we made a deal, right? I shouldn’t go flaking out in the middle of it!” Especially since, truth be told, there was nowhere else I’d rather be. Daddy seemed to pick up on that.
“Sweetheart” Daddy said, “Is there something you want to talk about.?”
“No! No I’m… I mean, there is.. but shouldn’t I…” I wasn’t sure quite how to answer. Mommy and Daddy waited patiently for me to get my thoughts together. In the end, I decided to just be honest. I took a deep breath, and began.
“My mother and father, they always treated me like a servant. There were days I just couldn’t handle it… looking back, I realize I would often wish I could have a new mom and dad. People who wouldn’t make me wait on them hand and foot… people who would encourage me, and praise me… people who’d let me be a kid! Eventually, wanting to be a kid gave way to wanting to be an adult, so I could get out of there. But, when that finally happened, I wound up worse off. Then I found this house…” I hadn’t really noticed, but I had begun tearing up as I spoke. Mommy and Daddy, usually ones to come to comfort me, did nothing. I continued.
“At first, I was all ‘Okay, this baby stuff’s weird, but I can take it.’ The money was too good to pass up, and I didn’t have to do much, really. But then THAT became a problem. I didn’t have to do much. So I wound up doing a lot of thinking while I played the part. I started to remember that old wish, and began to enjoy doing things I hadn’t been able to do in years, if ever. This was fun, I thought, I could live a month of this easy. But then… yesterday…
“I really don’t remember much after I… um… well… you know… I was just so shocked. When it happened, I remembered something, from when I was little. I had pooped myself then, too, and my parents were disgusted. They distanced themselves from me at first opportunity. But now, as a grown woman, not a child, I did that exact same thing, and you… you didn’t.
“I don’t remember much from yesterday, but there’s one thing I remember very clearly. When I was messed up, you were there. You took care of me in a way my real parents never did. You were there, by me, the entire time. Watching over me, making sure I was okay.
“It made me feel more at ease and comfortable than I ever had in my life.
This feeling of happiness, of safety… I think it’s what your son longed for. I think that’s what he felt… no, I’m SURE it’s what he felt. And I’m sure because… when I understood why he was an adult baby, I realized that I had become one myself!” I looked up, having been staring at my knees the whole time I’d spoken. I saw Mommy, tears flowing, trying hard not to just break into sobs. Daddy tried to be stone-faced, but I could see in his eyes he was feeling emotional too.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Cady…” Daddy said, his voice choked up, “We can’t thank you enough.”
“Huh?”
“I think, I think we finally have what we need.” he said.
“We put so much pressure on him growing up…” Mommy muttered.
“Your son?” I asked.
“Yes.” Daddy answered, “We always did what we could to make him succeed.
Academically, athletically, socially. It was the most important thing to us that our son be able to do as he pleased when he grew. But at the same time, we were ensuring he couldn’t do the one thing he wanted most.”
“Be a kid…” Cady finished.
“That’s right…” Mommy said, “He could never play sports in school, because we’d insist he become the best. He could never slack off in his schoolwork, because we would punish him. He couldn’t even have friends, because we’d try to make sure he only knew people who could help him in adulthood. He could never have any real kind of fun.
“To come to us with what he felt… to be open… he wanted our acceptance…”
“And we threw him out on his ear!” Daddy sobbed, unable to keep himself back anymore.
I watched as they started crying Then I started crying. We embraced each other in a group hug which felt like it had lasted several minutes. We let go of each other when our tears ran out. And I now know what I had to do.
“Mommy… Daddy… where is your son, now?”
“What?” Mommy asked.
“Where is he?”
“He’s away at school. Out of state and away from us.” Mommy looked like she might cry again.
“Well, he won’t be for long!” My parents looked up at me.
“I’m going to go get him and bring him back here!” I declared, “Then you can apologize, and maybe you, all of you, can be happy again!”
“All of us, you mean?” Daddy asked, looking right at me.
“Us?”
“You’re as much family now as our own son, Cady.” Mommy said, tearing up again. I couldn’t help but do the same.
“Th-thank you…” I said, wiping my eyes, “I-I’ll get going as soon as I can… but, can I ask one thing?”
“Name it.”
“Well,” I smied, “Could you pack me some diapers? It’ll be a long trip.”
The End of Bargain – Chapter Five.
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