Changing – Chapter Four
I sat on my living room couch oh so very carefully, so that I wouldn’t accidentally cause any unwanted accidents; I’d just sucked down a thousand glasses of water, and did not want it to come spilling out onto the couch, and the clean jeans I’d put on. I was alone in the house, my mother having gone out (I’m an only child and my dad passed away a while ago) shopping. I knew what she was buying: diapers. All through the car ride home, then for the short time I’d been on the couch, I’d thought about diapers.
The initial thought of them was disgusting; peeing into ones pants, then having to sit in it, was a repulsive thought. But once I’d started thinking, I began to realize that there were advantages to wearing diapers. The big one: I’d never have to go to the washroom; I’d be wearing it; no matter how disgusting that this may appear. If I was in a long car ride or in a class with a teacher that wouldn’t let me leave, I wouldn’t have to worry. I even went so far to think about the advantages of eliminating the use of tampons. The advantages were endless, but the disadvantages still left me slightly depressed. Dr. Sherman was right: diapers were- no, can be, I wasn’t going to succumb yet, a good thing.
I watched TV for a long time, around five hours. Finally, the sun had set; I heard my mom’s car pull into the driveway, the doors slamming shut. I sat in anticipation. I heard the trunk close, then several seconds later, the front door open. I started to rise carefully.
‘Hold on missy!’ called my mother from the vestibule. ‘Do not go anywhere! Just stay where you are. I’ll call you when you can come. I’m going into your room.’
I wanted to cry out in protest at my mother entering my room, but decided against it. I sank back into the cushions, waiting in dread. Five minutes passes, ten minutes. Finally, fifteen minutes later, my mom called me from down the hall. I stood carefully, walking around the couch slowly. I strode down the hallway, turned, and entered my room.
Everything looked exactly the same as usual; my bed sat against one wall, my desk in the far corner, my dresser beside it and the rest of the wall space was covered with cabinets, shelves or posters, the floor was spotless, as that was a pet-peeve of mine; my mom leant against the dresser. The only thing that was different in the room was a clear white container that was pushed into the corner of the room with a lid on it; the diaper-pail. My mom motioned for the to sit on the bed. I shuffled over and flopped down on the soft comforter.
‘Alright Erin.’ She started, ‘I’m going to explain the rules. First off, you need to know that the bathroom is not off-limits; I’m not saying you can’t when you have to go. Second, and most important, is that you have to wear a diaper twenty-four seven. This I’m enforcing. If I catch you without one at a time that you are expected, you will be severely punished. We don’t want any accidents. Now, let me show you the repertoire.’
My mom turned around and pulled open the most top left draw, pulling out a folded pull ups with Disney princesses on the front. ‘In this drawer there are pull-ups and diapers that are similar. You’ve got a pretty small figure, so you should be able to fit into them. I’m suggesting that you wear these to school, or at times when you don’t think you’re going to be drinking a lot. But, just in case, there are these.’ Placing the pull up back into the drawer, my mom pulled out something from the same drawer. ‘Whenever you wear a pull up, you have to wear one of these also. It’s a plastic cover so that the pull up doesn’t leak accidentally. Dr. Sherman suggested it.’
Now I understood what it was. Initially, I had no idea what the heck the plastic thing was, but now I saw that the panty-looking thing was to stop leaking. Interesting.
My mother moved down a column, pulling open the second top drawer. ‘By the way, I’m Getting rid of all of your panties. No buts. If this ever stops, you’ll be able to buy more.’ I frowned at this news. My mom pulled an item out of the second drawer. It was a larger diaper, white, with a blue wetness indicator running up it. ‘These are Depends diapers. There a lot more absorbent then the pull ups, but there a lot more bulky. These you should also wear to school, and other things. I’ve bought you a couple more skirts, because I don’t know if a few of your jeans will fit over a diaper. You should be able to put these on yourself. You can wear the plastic coverings if you want, but I’m not going to enforce it.’
My mom put the diaper back into the drawer and closed it. She moved down another column, pulling open the last drawer in the dresser. She pulled from the drawer another diaper, except this was different. ‘These are special over-night diapers. There incredibly thick, and can hold almost as much as two of the ‘medium’ diapers can. You are going to wear these always at night, because Dr. Sherman said that that is the most prominent wetting time. It’s near your bedtime, so let’s get you in one of these. These things are pretty thick, so I doubt you’ll be able to put this on yourself.’
So this was it. Judgment day. My first diaper in many, many years, and the first of many, many to come. I was going to be strong. My mom walked over to me, an over-night diaper in one hand, and a bottle of baby power she’d also had in the drawer in her other hand. She placed the bottle on the on the edge of the bed. She stared down at me, sitting on the bed. I had no idea what to do.
‘Well take off your clothes!’ my mother shouted.
I stood and stripped my pants and underwear off carefully; my mom grabbed the panties and threw them in a box in the corner I hadn’t noticed. I lay down far on the bed, so only my knees were hanging.
‘Now, you know that you don’t-well, actually, I don’t want you to-poop in your diapers.’ Said my mom, ‘It’ll be a real mess, and I’ve experienced enough to know that it’ll be ten times worse then when you were little. Ok, let’s do this.’
My mom advanced, unfolding the diaper. I saw that it was very big, and very thick. With ease my mom lifted my legs and bum up and slid the thick diaper under me. It felt soft and cushiony under me. My mom took the bottle of baby powder off the edge and softly sprinkled it onto my ‘diaper area,’ taking care to cover as much as she could, including the diaper itself. Slowly she pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs, placing it, and then pulled up one side, did the four tapes up lightly, far into the middle, and pulled the other side and did the same. My mom fixed the edges so that it was comfortable, and stood back.
‘There you go! Your first diaper!’ said my mom proudly. ‘Now you cannot take that off until the morning or if you have to poop. Tomorrows Saturday, you don’t have school, so you can get accustomed to wearing them.
I stood. Immediately I was conscious of the thick padding between my legs. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it would make me waddle a little. I walked around a tiny bit checking it out; I did waddle. My mother laughed.
‘You’re so cute! Why didn’t we do this before?’ my mother said, grabbing me and pushing me back onto the bed. I grabbed one of my pillows and bashed my mother over the head. She grabbed my other pillow and started to hit me over the head too. We continued to play-fight for several minutes, I just wearing a diaper and my T-shirt. Suddenly, I stopped; my mother bashed me over the head one last time.
I stared downwards at my diaper, stared in astonishment as a large wet stain appeared, causing the blue wetness indicator to disappear. I didn’t know what had set it off, but I was conscious this time of the start of my peeing; it must have been because of the diaper. The diaper absorbed all of the pee, not even hinting that it was even close to full. I stood up off the bed. The diaper sagged slightly, and the lower-crotch part was wet, but it had held all of the pee. I reached down and touched the wet diaper, pushing it against my skin. It was warm, and in a strange way it felt good.
My mother smiled at me from the bed. ‘Your first wetting.’ She said. ‘You can’t take it off though. It’s nowhere near full. Maybe we’ll stop with the rough-housing for now.’ My mother glanced at her watch. ‘It’s nearly 19 you should be getting to bed.
I looked up from my diaper, my hand falling away from the plastic. ‘Sure. I’ll go brush my teeth.’ I said, there was still a little bit of surprise in my voice. My mom got up from the bed, kissing my head and playfully slapping my diapered bottom, exited the room. ‘Good night sweetie.’ She called back into the room. ‘If you have any problems during the night, wake me up.’ She left.
I looked down at my diaper again, my hand moving to press against it again. It wasn’t as hot as before, but was still warm against my skin. So this was my new life, I thought to myself. Peeing into a diaper whenever I feel any kind of excitement. I knew that this would take some getting used too.
Before I went to brush my teeth I decided to take a closer look at this repertoire of diapers. I walked, waddled a little bit more now because of the added pee, over to my dresser and pulled open the first drawer. In it, in near little rows were twenty or so pink, Disney princess-covered pull ups. Beside them were four plastic covers, and I realized that they were all different. One was pure rubber, designed to fit snugly over; another had clasps on the sides; the last two were the one that my mom had shown me, except one was smaller then the other. I closed the drawer and moved to the next one.
I pulled it open and glanced inside. Inside were thirty or so depends diapers; these were true diaper shape and design, and I saw that they varied in size. They all looked thicker then the pull ups, but defiantly not as thick as the over-night ones. I would probably have to be careful with these at school, because if I wanted to keep my diaper-wearing a secret, I would have to make sure that these were covered. I closed the drawer and moved over to the last drawer.
The drawer was packed with thick over-night diapers, but there were only about fifteen in the drawer. Some were different then the one I was wearing; they had designs on them, and I saw that two were even thicker! Beside the diapers were a bunch of diaper paraphernalia: baby power (I reached backwards and grabbed the bottle my mom used and put it back in the drawer), baby wipes, and rash cream. I closed the drawer.
Next I bent down, noticing the, now cold, pee pushing against my skin, and checked all of my other drawers. All of my underwear was gone, that I knew already. I glanced back and saw that my mother had actually taken the box with them in them as she had left. Also in my pants drawer were three new, expensive, long skirts that had a fanning design to them; perfect for concealing a diaper under.
So this was it. Everything my mom had set up. If anything, there wasn’t much of a difference when I looked at it in a positive way; all that was different now was that I had to wear diapers now instead of panties. Sure, whenever I felt any stimulation such as pleasure, fear, shock, or any type powerful emotion, I would uncontrollably pee, but that wasn’t that bad.
While I was thinking about it, I decided to experiment. I turned back to my bed and bashed my hand against the bed post, causing my hand to throb painfully. Sure enough, I felt a small stream of pee escape into my diaper. Through this I discovered something else: the more powerful the emotion the more I would pee. Light pain caused a light pee. An intense emotion such as a pillow-fight or rubbing caused a lot of pee.
But this still didn’t explain the increase in the amount of pleasure I felt, and the falling out of my pubic hair. Dr. Sherman had noted this, but hadn’t explained it. I didn’t have any idea, and probably wouldn’t ever.
Shifting my diaper a tiny bit, for it had sank down slightly; I waddled out of my room and towards the bathroom. I heard the sound of the TV from the living room, and knew that my mom was taking a rest.
It felt weird not taking a pee before I went to bed, because that was my usual routine; I should have gone before I put my diaper on. I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then walked back to my room. I crawled into my bed, laid on my back, and pulled the covers on top of me.
The last thing I remember from one of the most confusing days of my life was thinking about how fast everything had happened, and playing with my diaper with my hands.
The End of Changing – Chapter Four.
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