Mimis Struggle – Chapter One
Mimi awoke with a start. At first she wondered why, as most people do in the brief moments after waking, but she soon got that familiar feeling which had woken her many times in the past. It wasn’t a strong feeling, for which she was very impressed at herself, but it was still there nevertheless. Slowly forcing the will into her body, Mimi got out of bed and fumbled around for her glasses; she was going to need to see where she was going. After a few moments delay, the large round spectacles were finally perched on her nose. The light switch came next, which also took a bit of time finding and was disappointingly not as near to the door as she would have liked. Because she hadn’t accounted for these two time consuming factors, by the time she got to the door of her room Mimi’s need seemed a lot more urgent, but at least she was up. And this time, she would make it. Confident, Mimi opened the door just a crack but was immediately thwarted by yet another road block; the hallway light was off! It just wasn’t turning out to be her night; the hallway light was always supposed to be on in case anyone needed to get up! Despite this set back, Mimi was determined to reach her destination; she hadn’t already come all this way just to give up now! And besides, she knew that giving up would only create worse problems for her in the long run, so very cautiously, Mimi edged her way into the hall. The light cast from the open door of her room was doing a poor job of illuminating the rather large hallway which now lay before her, and would soon be extinguished once the door swung shut behind her. She tried to delay letting go of the handle for as long as possible, just long enough to pin point where she thought the light switch was, then let go. The darkness came flooding over her like a wave of shadow before she could even set out. Mimi felt like she was lost in another dimension, totally unable to see or know where she was going as the journey seemed to take forever. She picked up the pace, partly because she was becoming more and more worried in the dark, but also because her inner feeling was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. With her arms out stretched, Mimi finally made contact with the wall, and after a brief frantic exploration found the light switch. In a single moment, the light came on, and Mimi ran. Thump thump thump, every bound brought her closer to the goal but doubled her predicament, a risky trade off she knew, but time was running out. Not slowing down until the last moment, she nearly collided with the very door she was supposed to be going through. A gasp escaped from the young girl as she almost lost the battle she had been trying so hard to win, but a desperate last resolve that she summoned from seemingly out of no where allowed her to make it through the door and into the bathroom. She had made it! The prize awaited her. Unable to keep still for even a second Mimi was in a desperate situation, but relief was merely a few excruciating moments away. One, two, three steps closer, up went the lid, down came the pyjamas, and then… “Noooo!” squealed Mimi, albeit a rather subdued squeal. She had completely forgotten about the last stage of the ritual, and now that the final moment was upon her she was going about it entirely the wrong way. Lost in a state of desperation, she tugged and pulled, trying as hard as she could to get the damn thing off but it was on too snug. Frustrated, Mimi shook her fists at nothing in the air, reduced to a helpless fit of tears as she finally couldn’t hold on anymore. The defeated girl could only hop around the bathroom powerless and in vain, as she began to pee straight into the crotch of her diaper.
Mimi was awake a short while before her alarm clock went off, as sometimes happened, but like always she decided to wait all the same. She was of course wet; last night’s bathroom fiasco had seen to that, but she certainly wasn’t happy about it.
“Stupid diapers…” she mumbled to herself, “If only I didn’t have these stupid tape-ons, I wouldn’t be wet!” Being wet often made Mimi cranky, but it usually didn’t last. By the time the alarm finally did go off she had stopped caring, and was now thinking about how annoying the alarm sound was. Being already awake, all she had to do was turn it off, after which she continued to lie in her bed until a few minutes later when her mom knocked on her door.
“Rise and shine Mimi, its time to get up.” She said, not waiting for a reply as usual before opening the door and entering.
“Oh, you’re already awake honey! Good girl, did you sleep well?” Mimi simply rolled her eyes until she was avoiding her mothers gaze.
“I guess…” she sighed, more out of apathy than annoyance. She knew what was coming next, so without having to be told, Mimi pulled back the bed covers and turned her head to the side. Her mother in turn gently lowered her daughter’s pyjama bottoms and proceeded to check the young girl’s diaper. She was obviously wet.
“Awww, did you have another accident last night Mimi?”
“I was so close mommy, I nearly made it!” Mimi answered desperately.
“I’m sure you did dear…” she replied, rather insincerely.
“I mean it! I got all the way to the bathroom, but I couldn’t get my diaper off, and before that the hallway light wasn’t on, and then…”
“Of course Mimi” her mother interjected, clearly not paying attention, “I’m sure you’ll make it next time.”
“Mommy, if you just stopped making me wear diapers…” once again her mother was quick to interrupt.
“Now Mimi, you know what would have happened if you didn’t have your diapers on. As soon as you stop having accidents…”
“Why can’t I at least wear pull-ups to bed? It’d be just the same.”
“Pull-ups won’t be enough for you-know-what young lady, you know that.”
“But mom!” Things were starting to get a little unfair as far as Mimi was concerned; not only because her mom never believed her, but because she wouldn’t even give her a chance. She’d accidentally pooped her diaper over two months ago, but her mom was still holding it against the poor girl.
“Please Mimi; let’s not have one of your tantrums. Once you stop having accidents we’ll think about letting you wear pull-ups to bed, o.k?” Knowing that she was practically being ignored, Mimi pouted; her mom never listened to her.
“Come on missy, your breakfast is waiting.” Pulling her pyjamas back up, the young girl hopped out of bed and was promptly taken by the hand. Her mother led her straight out of her room and along the hallway, which seemed a whole lot smaller to Mimi in the natural morning light. She hoped, as she always did, that her mom was leading her to the bathroom, but instead they kept walking on past the door and down the stairs. It was a vain hope Mimi knew; being wet meant that her mom wouldn’t take any chances, and that she wouldn’t be changed out of her diaper until after breakfast.
Still being held by her hand, Mimi was led through the kitchen and into the dining room, where her bowl of cereal was already waiting. Her father was in the kitchen as she passed through, and as usual he was in a rush to finish his coffee and get out of the house. Her father was a very busy man, and Mimi didn’t see him much, but he still managed a “good morning princess” in between gulps of coffee, before kissing both women on the cheek and heading for the door. In addition to Mimi’s breakfast, her little sister Ally was also present at the table, happily eating her own cereal. The two girls didn’t acknowledge one another at first, and even once Mimi was seated they simply exchanged a brief glance before ignoring each other, each for her own reasons. For Mimi, it was mostly embarrassment. Her sister knew the routine, and she knew what it meant when Mimi came to breakfast still wearing her diaper, but she also knew better than to say anything. Mimi often felt very embarrassed when she was in the presence of Ally, knowing that her younger and very much smaller sister did not have to wear diapers in any sense, and had not for quite a long time. She knew it wasn’t deliberate, but Ally made her feel small, ashamed and upset, and it only got worse the older they got, so whenever the two were together Mimi would make an effort to be as distant as possible. Ally on the other hand reveled in Mimi’s company. She knew better than to mention her older sister’s diapers, because poking fun was not tolerated by either of their parents, but she was more than content just to maintain the silence. She loved her sister very much, and often felt sorry for her situation, but she also enjoyed Mimi’s deference. As the younger sibling, Ally felt empowered by the role reversal that came from having something so significant over her sister, something that she didn’t want anyone to find out; a definite ace card in waiting. She could feel Mimi’s discomfort like a heavy aura, and would try to emit her own aura of sympathy right back, because caring for her sister was to Ally the most subtle way of maintaining her status. Mimi of course could feel Ally’s air of sympathy, which only made it harder to hide her discomfort. She often wished that Ally would go ahead and make fun of her, because at least she would gain a victory knowing she would get into big trouble. The fact that her sister was constantly nice to her meant there was nothing she could do to quell the inferiority that she felt without making things worse. And so the atmosphere at the breakfast table this day was much like any other, which to an outside observer would only appear plain with a hint of sibling intolerance, totally masking the complicated psychology that occupied the minds of both girls.
As soon as she had finished her breakfast, Mimi couldn’t excuse her self quick enough. She waddled into the kitchen away from her sister, and was once again taken by the hand, despite objection, and led away up the stairs. Ally meanwhile made her own way upstairs to get ready in her own time. Mimi didn’t like being led around; it was as though her mom didn’t trust her to go where she was told, and she certainly didn’t like having her diaper changed. It wasn’t even as if she had anything hard to do; on a morning she only needed to change out of her diaper, but she knew that her mom wouldn’t trust her to do it. At least Ally hadn’t been around to see her objecting; protesting that you shouldn’t have to wear diapers to bed made for a pretty embarrassing display while you were still wearing a wet one… Her protests went unheard though, just as they always did, and Mimi was already half way through being changed before she got tired and gave up. She had been sitting on her bed while her mom had been cleaning her up, but now that she was through being awkward she decided to lie down to make things easier. It didn’t take very long, and upon completion her mom left Mimi to get ready for school on her own, taking the wet diaper to the trash with her (nothing to do with Mimi’s diapers were kept in her room). Mimi was glad for the brief moment alone, and even after she was finished getting ready for school she made sure to wait as long as possible before going back downstairs. In the end it wasn’t too long, because there was no sense in making herself late which would only get her into trouble at school. Nevertheless, when she re-entered the kitchen both her mother and her sister were already waiting to go.
“Its about time Mimi, you’re gonna make us late!” chimed Ally.
“Sorry, I was just getting ready. But we can go now.”
“One second dear, you can’t go anywhere just yet.” Her mother said, reaching into a bag on the side of the kitchen table.
“But mom, I don’t want us to be late!”
“Nonsense, it’ll only take a minute, and you know you can’t go without it.”
Mimi sighed. She knew what was coming, and she knew it was pointless to try talking her mother out of it. She just wished Ally wasn’t there.
“Come on, hope on over.” She called, holding open a disposable pull-up. Reluctantly, Mimi walked towards the table and lowered her panties, which earned a definite frown and a grumble from her mother. Mimi knew she wasn’t supposed to put panties on before school, she needed her pull-ups. Rather ashamedly, she kicked away the underwear and stepped into the pull-up, holding her skirt so that her mother could pull the garment up to her daughter’s waist making it snug.
“There you go Mimi, now turn around and I’ll put two spares into your bag just in case.” Mimi complied and turned around, releasing her skirt so that it fell into place covering her secret. Unfortunately, she was now facing Ally who in turn was staring right at her. Beat red, Mimi lowered her head in an attempt to escape her sister’s attention, but it was no good; she could feel Ally’s gaze burning right into her, while her mother seemed to take forever fiddling around with bag on her shoulders. At last, she heard the sound of a zipper closing and felt a gentle pat on her head.
“All done, now run along girls or you’re going to be late for school!”
The End of Mimis Struggle – Chapter One
If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index