Committed – Chapter One
Susan Jenkins walked more quickly than usual to her apartment after picking up her mail at the box at the building entrance.
Along with the usual bills and junk mail was a large manila envelope that was stuffed to about 3/4″ thick and a fairly thick white business sized white envelope, both of which she put on the top of the pile as she hurried to reach the privacy of her own place. Once inside she put the bills in the holder that hung on the kitchen wall next to the phone, the junk mail in the trash and with the two envelopes that had held her undivided attention, she headed to the bedroom.
But not even the magnetic attraction of the envelopes, both with DPF in the upper left hand corner and add`qressed to Sam Jenkins bed could dissuade her from getting out of the prim and proper business suit that she was wearing. The pins that held her shoulder length hair in a tight bun on top of her head were the first to go. As she shook her head to get the hair to fall naturally she picked up a cloth band that would hold the hair back off her face.
The transformation from Susan Jenkins, an editor with Trend Publishing, a well respected non-fiction publisher, to Suzy Jenkins proceeded quickly. The high heeled pumps that she wore at the office were kicked off and placed in their proper place in her very full walk-in closet. The suit jacket and then the straight skirt that went with it was quickly shed and hung up.
At the tender age of 24 Suzy had a problem. Until she had started to match her attitude with the prim and proper business clothes she wore at work, none of the authors with whom she worked would take her seriously even though her skills and talent were beyond question. At the suggestion of her boss, for whom she had a great deal of respect, she started to leave Suzy Jenkins at home and bring Susan Jenkins to the office.
The blouse and then, with a sigh of relief, her panty hose came off and went into the wash hamper. The last of Susan Jenkins had been put away until tomorrow.
With her cute body clad in only a matching bra and panty set, Suzy got a tall cool glass of soda from the refrigerator and took a coaster from the drawer to keep it from staining the night table.
Although Suzy was 24, if she dressed the part, she looked as if she was only sixteen. She was only 5′-0″ tall. Her petite, though ample figure along with an innocence that radiated from her face especially when she let her hair down and used only a touch of makeup all contributed to her often being taken for a teenager. People would have been surprised to know what went on inside that pretty little head. They would have been even more shocked if they could have spied on her after she returned to her bedroom.
Going to her dresser, she took a cloth diaper, two large safety pins and a pair of pink plastic panties from the bottom drawer. She put them on the bed with the two envelopes and then retrieved a can of Johnson’s baby powder from the medicine chest in the bathroom.
Pulling back the covers of the bed, she spread out the diaper and after removing her panties, coated her lower body with powder, paying particular attention to the area between her legs and the tiny patch of hair at the junction of her legs. She wondered what the authors, whose work she edited, would say if they could see her as she brought the double thick diaper, with extra padding in the center, up through her crotch pinning it tightly around her waist with the two large safety pins. Then she pulled the soft plastic panty into place over the diaper. Suzy removed her bra and lay back on the bed and for a few moments closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax and enjoy the feeling of the bulk that was forcing her thighs apart and pressing against the sensitive lips of her vulva. For some reason this action let the stress and tensions of the day drain from her body.
The diapers both permitted her to drift back to a time when the stresses of the day did not exist and contrastingly excited her sexually. Suzy was not a virgin by a long shot but there had not been many men in her life that had really turned her on. In fact most of the men that she had met lacked the imagination that she required from her partner if she was to achieve total satisfaction. As a result masturbation was now her main method of release. For the last year, most of her fantasies centered on her being a teenager who was firmly but lovingly taken in tow by an assertive man or women who disciplined Suzy by returning her to diapers. Up to now, she had not met anyone in whom she felt she could confide or experiment in acting out the fantasy. The continued pressure of the diaper between her legs reminded her of the two envelopes that lay on the bed next to her, still unopened. She rose and sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed and tore open the large manila envelope. She pulled out the contents and spread them out in front of her.
Only about ten days ago she had sent her order to DPF, which stood for The Diaper Pail Fraternity, a club she heard mentioned on a late night radio show that dealt with sexual fantasies. Not knowing what to expect and more than a bit terrified of anyone being able to tie her directly to her fantasy, her letter to DPF requesting more information had been signed “Sam” instead of “Susan”. As a result all the correspondence from the club was addressed to “Sam”.
The information packet that DPF had sent was presented in a way that brought immediate relief to the anxiety that she had felt, thinking that she was the only person in the world who felt the way she felt.
Most surprising to her was that everything was done tastefully.
Not quite believing her good fortune in finding such a club she found the attraction too great to pass up. She immediately filled out the application as Sam Jenkins, filled out an order form for some of the stories and mailed it back with a money order from Sam Jenkins the next day. There, in front of her, were the stories that she had ordered. Her whole body started to tingle. She picked up the small envelope and found that it contained the club’s newsletter. After giving it a quick glance she went back to the stories and started reading. Suzy had not finished reading the first five pages of the first story before she had thrust one hand down the front of the diaper to give the little piece of flesh that lay nestled between her lower lips the attention that it was demanding. Four climaxes and two stories later she not only felt exhausted but she was becoming a little sore where she wanted pleasure. She put the rest of the stories aside for later and picked up the newsletter. In it she found, one letter to which she kept returning. A man had convinced a doctor to admit him to a nursing home for “regression therapy”. He had ended up spending a week end at the home being cared for as a baby in diapers and fed by hand.
The thought of actually living her fantasy, as the man who wrote the letter had done, became an obsession with Suzy. Unfortunately, the method that the man had used to get himself admitted to the nursing home did not fit her fantasy of being a disciplined sixteen year old girl nor did she feel comfortable trying to get a doctor to prescribe such treatment for her. She had to find another way.
For the next two months Suzy found that the fantasy sparked by the letter in the newsletter became more and more exciting to her. She thought of method after method of attempting to live it but found that she had to reject each one for good reason. The breakthrough came for her from two directions. First she realized that in her fantasy things would have to follow a normal course of events. The reactions of the other people involved had to be natural, not those scripted by her imagination. This would make setting things up more difficult as the others involved could not be aware that the whole thing was her idea. As things were developing in Suzy’s mind in her effort to turn her fantasy into reality, she developed a better understanding of herself. Although she loved her job, the stress of coping with the eccentricities and egos of the authors while juggling the dictates of schedules and publication dates that had to be met along with budgetary constraints when added to the pressure that her age and appearance put on her wore her out. She was having problems unwinding. Her fantasy and the wearing of diapers at home from time to time seemed to help out some. The idea of being free from the stress for awhile ultimately became her excuse to herself to find away to have someone else take care of things.
One day at the office the key to a workable plan was dumped in her lap. She was called into her boss’s office and introduced to a young woman who looked to be about 18 years old. It turned out that she was 30 and was an investigative reporter for a newspaper in southern state. With the help of the state attorney she had herself committed to a prison that was reserved for women that were too old to be considered a juvenile but not yet mature adults. The hope had been to help the inmates to develop the skills that a young woman just out of high school would need. Rumors were that the young women at the institution were being forced to provide sexual favors to the male and female guards, staff and their friends or their lives would be made extremely miserable, as could only happen in a corrupt prison. Her time in the prison led to the downfall of those who were abusing the inmates and the evidence that she was able to give after spending four months there sent 18 of the staff to jail and led to the dismissal of six others. Susan’s company had just bought the rights to a book based on the woman’s experience. A book that Susan had been picked to edit.
She now had the answer to the problem she had been trying to solve.
She would take advantage of the way unknowing people perceived her when she dressed the part. Suzy could not get home fast enough that night. After she walked in the door of the apartment it was less than ten minutes before she was out of the uncomfortable “Susan” clothes and was back to being Suzy, at her typewriter outlining her ideas and what was needed to put them into action.
The first thing was to create the character that 16 year old Suzy was to become. This did not turn out to be too difficult and the nice part was that nothing except her age was all that far from the truth.
All she had to do was be the girl about whom she fantasized except that she had to exaggerate a bit and add a few more undesirable habits. She would be a rebellious teenager who was sexually active, ignored the limits imposed by her parents, generally disrespectful of authority, and a compulsive masturbator. She also drank any time that she could get her hands on alcohol and had experimented with drugs.
Next, she had to figure out what she was going to do with such a rebellious “young lady” and why. This was a little harder. After sitting looking at the empty paper for a while she tried a few things, none of which worked. The problem was that she did not have the state attorney to set things up for her. She had to find a substitute or some other way to set the wheels in motion. Suzy paced the room, raided the kitchen, stared at the paper again, and paced the room once more. It finally dawned on her, she would play her own parent looking for help. It was starting to come together.
The next item to be solved was finding a place that would provide the service that she required. She thought this might not be too difficult. She would get a list of psychiatric hospitals that specialized in the treatment of adolescents and call them. Suzy was sure that she could come up with a plausible story before she got on the phone.
The time away from the office was not a problem since she was entitled to three weeks off a year and the firm still owed her two weeks from last year. Tomorrow she would ask her boss if she could arrange a one month vacation, explaining that she wanted to take a trip. She was sure that he would agree. The nice part about the whole idea was that even though she would be dealing with strangers, she would feel safe in the medical situation. Best of all, when it was over she could leave it all behind her. The hospital records, referring to a fictitious person, would mean nothing.
Medical records should have presented a major problem but proved to be the one most easily solved. Last year she had edited a book for a doctor and the finished product was such a success that he had promised to help her in any way that he could in return. A quick look in her phone book gave her his home phone number and since it was still early, Suzy gave him a call.
Once more things went her way. She told him that she was going to need a set of convincing medical records. She described her fantasy girl and explained that she was conducting an investigation on the financial abuses of the insurance plans by hospitals. Since she could pass for a sixteen year old, she had been drafted for the project.
The doctor told her that after all the help that she had been to him, he was delighted to be able to help. He told Suzy that he was glad that she called when she did because he was just about to leave on an extended vacation. Just so things would look right and the records appear accurate, she should come in to the office the following day for an exam so her physical condition would match her medical records.
In addition to the copy of the complete records that he would put in his file, he would make an extract that could be sent to the hospital.
Finally, he would instruct his nurse that she was to go along with the plan and to respond to any requests from the hospital in what ever manner required. Thanking him for his help, she said that she would see him the next day at 1 PM as he suggested.
One final detail, and she could call it a day and head to bed with some of the DPF stories and her vibrator. She could not just walk into the hospital and say, “Hey, I’m here.” As horny as she was at that point, she decided that the details would be worked out later.
So, it was off to bed for her date with the vibrator.
The End of Committed – Chapter One.
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