Mimis struggle – Chapter Two
Neither Mimi nor Ally said a word to each other on the way to school. This suited Mimi just fine, as it meant she could power walk with her head down and blame it on the fact that they were running late. As always, she tried not to think about her embarrassing situation, but as always it found its way to the forefront of her mind. After all this time it still wasn’t a routine for her, she just couldn’t accept it as
normal. Everyday felt like the first time for Mimi, which only served to make both herself and her mother frustrated. At least I don’t have to wear those stupid baby diapers anymore, she mused; now that was embarrassing! Those silly little pictures where the tapes went… and the pull-ups were even worse because the pictures would fade whenever she had an accident, like she wouldn’t be able to tell herself. Yes, Mimi was definitely glad to be out of those, even if her new “grown up” underwear was a little more bulky. At the time she complained about it of course, just like she always did, saying for a good while afterwards that she didn’t like the new diapers, if only to prove to her mother that she didn’t like it her way all the time. Still, she liked to think that her mom was simply being reasonable when she finally switched Mimi out of baby diapers, and not for the more rational reason that her daughter was just getting bigger and wetting too much…
As it turned out they weren’t late for school at all, probably due to the brisk pace with which the girls had travelled. They even had a few minutes to wind down before going to class, which Ally spent chatting to her friends and Mimi spent going to the bathroom. This was absolute routine for Mimi; not that her chances of having an accident were any worse than zero, but going to the bathroom at regular intervals was a fail safe method of ensuring that her mom was never proved right. Oh how she loved going home accident free, it gave her something to look forward to all day. Of course, the trade off was that if she ever did have an accident, hypothetically of course, then going home became something to dread. Today however went pretty much as usual; a few close calls but no accidents, so once again Mimi expected to return home to her just rewards.
Arriving home also went pretty much as usual, which sadly for Mimi meant she didn’t get her just rewards. Indeed, no matter how many times she protested that she had not had an accident; her mother still subjected her to a routine diaper check ever time she walked through the door. At least she didn’t have to walk home with Ally, which allowed Mimi a chance to rush back first and avoid the embarrassment of onlookers. However, her sister had an uncanny knack of making it home before Mimi and was often sitting in the kitchen right at the moment of entry. Worse still, she would sometimes be waiting outside the door so that the two would have to enter together. Of course the girls’ mother thought it sweet that Ally waited for her big sister, a good example of sisterly love she called it. Today was one such occasion, and as usual Ally let Mimi enter the house first so that she wouldn’t block line of sight between her mother and her supposedly older sister.
“Well now, how was school for my two favourite girls?” she said almost instantly.
“It was o.k.” Mimi answered. Ally meanwhile was happy to stay silent.
“And how is your…” their mother began.
“I’m fine, really.” Mimi interjected, knowing full well what the question was going to be.
“Uh-huh…” came the reply, rather disbelievingly.
“I mean it, no problems like always.” Mimi felt she had to put particular emphasis on the last word, just so that her mother might get the point.
“Well if you did have an accident, I hope you remembered to throw away you’re dirty pull-up.” She said, completely ignoring everything that Mimi was saying. Once again this comment stemmed from a long past incident, in which Mimi, on one of those rare “occasions”, had been too embarrassed to leave the school bathroom cubicle with a pull-up in her hand, and had instead stashed it in her bag. She had intended to dispose of it later but it slipped her mind, much to the detriment of her anti-diaper efforts.
By now the check was being undertaken, with each girl sporting a completely different expression for the event. Mimi was understandably uncomfortable and bright red, whilst Ally stood transfixed during the whole procedure. Of course, she also displayed her nonchalant yet sympathetic face which she had mastered so well. After the pull-up check came the bag check – A very simple yet utterly degrading process of counting the pull-ups in Mimi’s school bag, since it would have been very easy for Mimi to just go around using her pull-ups then change into a dry one before she went home. This was exactly her mothers thinking; she didn’t doubt for one second that Mimi would do this if she could, hence the reason why she always took Mimi’s spare pull-ups out of her bag when she got home. The injustice here, at least in the eyes of Mimi, was that it was always evident and indeed promptly investigated if ever there was a pull-up missing, yet every time they were all present and correct her mother said no word of encouragement. Mimi would often make a point of reminding those present that no pull-ups were missing, like always (with emphasis again), but her mother would simply brush it aside as though she somehow still didn’t believe her, or considered her dry spell a complete fluke…
Well, it was another check endured and another check passed, Mimi thought to herself with fading hope. This could only be doing her case good, no matter how utterly her mother dismissed it. She didn’t hold her breath for any kind of respite from the next step however, as once again she was taken by the hand and led upstairs. Just once I’d like her to ask me first, Mimi thought to herself as she was pulled along.
Once they were out of sight, Ally allowed herself a smirk. She stood in the kitchen on the exact same spot that Mimi had, and imagined their mom checking her while Mimi watched.
“Ooops! I forgot that you wear panties!” She would say to her, feeling decidedly foolish for checking.
“It’s o.k.” Ally would reply, obediently holding her skirt high in the air and not making a fuss like Mimi would. “I can see why you might forget” At which point she would deliberately turn to face her sister, directing her mothers gaze. Mimi in turn would try and not look embarrassed, but fail miserably as she felt the combined glare of Ally and her mom whilst still being able to fully see that Ally was wearing panties. Ally wouldn’t say anymore, the look would be enough, but both she and her mother would giggle secretly at Mimi’s expense. It was a good fantasy, one of a few that she imagined quite often, but in the end she would always consider herself lucky. She knew that plenty of kids thought about embarrassing things happening to their siblings, but few ever got a smidgen of the real thing. Ally however, had more than enough. The real situations were not quite as imaginative as some of Ally’s conjured scenarios, but they were almost as good – sometimes better, especially when Mimi made things worse for herself, or when she was surprised by a scenario that she would never have conceived… Although, those were the ones that brought out the real caring sister in her; she didn’t want Mimi to actually suffer. Sure she had ways to balance her guilt, the least of which was that from Ally’s experience, Mimi partly deserved the way their mom treated her, and so in her eyes her mother was only doing what she thought best for her daughter…
At this point Ally realised that she had been thinking too much and was still standing in the middle of the kitchen holding her skirt up. She always thought too much, which worried her because anyone could have walked in and seen, so she grounded herself with a rather intense pang of guilt. Her smirk gone; Ally left the kitchen to do pretty much whatever she liked.
“I can do it myself mom…” Mimi argued rather half-heartedly.
“Why are you making such a fuss about it Mimi? You never used to.” She retorted, unaware that Mimi could not see any truth in what she said. As far as Mimi was concerned, she’d always complained at any given chance, especially when she was expected to put with something as menial as this. I mean come on, how hard was it to take off a pull-up? She knew deep down that it was because her mom didn’t trust her not to keep the pull-up, which was still dry, and stash it away to use as a spare in case of an accident. Mimi also knew deep down that she would do exactly that if only she could get away with it, which just served to annoy her more. Mimi hated it when her mom was right. At least her pull-up was dry this time, though it was hardly any conciliation when her mom was still pulling it out from under her.
At least being dry meant that once the pull-up was off, the ritual ended there because there was no cleaning necessary. Mimi’s mother promptly left the room with her daughters pull-up in hand, destined for the trash. Mimi hoped that her mother would remember to put it in the “special” trash, which was basically a separate bin with a one-way lid used solely for Mimi’s diapers. This was one area that Ally and Mimi at least agreed on, because putting her diapers in the normal trash risked exposure to anyone who might come to the house. On the one hand, Mimi knew they were hers so would naturally die on the spot if anyone saw. On the other hand, being the youngest sister Ally knew that people would assume they were hers, so she didn’t like to see them in the trash either.
Slipping her panties on, Mimi thought now would be a good time to use the bathroom. She had been holding it in a little on the way home, and though it was no where near enough to cause an accident, she might as well go now rather than risk it until later. She loved the feeling of using the bathroom while wearing panties, as if every time she did was an affront to her mother. Making it to the bathroom on a night time or at school was just not the same, because she would only feel good for a second before having to put her “protection” back on, reminding Mimi what her mother was making her wear. Once she had finished, Mimi made a point of pulling her panties up and down several times, a luxury not permitted when she was wearing diapers. Part of it she knew was in clear defiance of her mother, though it was also a strong ritual of reaffirmation, as though she needed to remind herself that she could wear panties and not forget how to do it.
By the time Mimi got back to her room her mother was waiting for her, just as she knew she would be. Sighing, Mimi reluctantly sat down next to her. If there was something her mom wanted then there was little Mimi could do, so she was fairly used to just waiting patiently for whatever was about to come. She could always start disagreeing if all her mom wanted to do was talk at her.
So Mimi waited. Her mother eventually stood up in front of her and began rummaging around, presumably looking for something. By now Mimi knew what was coming, despite her best efforts to imagine the contrary, so didn’t resist as she was forcibly laid down on her bed. Her mother then proceeded to take off her daughter’s panties, the ones which she had not ten minutes ago put on and been enjoying in a brief moment of freedom, and toss them into the laundry pile. She wasn’t particularly annoyed by Mimi’s donning of underwear; in fact she liked to indulge her daughter from time to time if it made her happy, futile though it was.
At this point Mimi thought about making a fuss. By now she normally would be, but thanks to last night’s minor indiscretion she knew she didn’t have much of a case, certainly not from her mother’s point of view. It would be utterly pointless. But she tried all the same.
“Mom…” she began rather half-heartedly. But her mother, having heard the same pleas many times before was ready with an automatic response.
“We’ll see dear.” She said, taping Mimi’s diaper on.
Mimi hated having to wear diapers around the house, worse than at any other time. She really thought it was unfair, considering the bathroom was never more than like, ten seconds away. And why couldn’t she just wear pull-ups like she did at school? It didn’t matter whether or not she came home dry, she would always be changed straight into a diaper to wear around the house, without being given any kind of chance. Of course she’d had this discussion with her mother a thousand times already, and the answers were always the same; totally unreasonable from Mimi’s point of view. Pull-ups are more expensive than diapers, and diapers can hold much bigger accidents or even several accidents. And it doesn’t matter that they’re bulky and more obvious, she was in the house so no one would see. Blah, blah, blah… The last part was particularly unfair, Mimi thought, since it was enough for her that Ally could blatantly tell she was diapered.
Of course, in addition to these rather menial reasons, there was still the ace card which her mother held for arguments such as these, though one which Mimi would vehemently deny. And it was that she simply had accidents and needed protection, even at home. Mimi blamed this solely on the fact that she was made to wear diapers in the first place, and so considered herself in a catch 22 situation. She only had accidents because her mother thought she had accidents! At least things were better now than they had been previously. For a long time Mimi had not been allowed to take her diaper off herself. Having to ask to have her diaper taken off so she could use the bathroom, what was that all about? She often felt like she was practically being forced to use her diapers, and still did to a certain extent; those tapes could be tricky! And don’t get me started on not being allowed to change myself! Mimi thought all of a sudden, but that was another topic for another time.
Every time Mimi had these thoughts, which was usually when being changed, she thought about voicing them at her mother. Many times she had, and never with any success. Right now she wasn’t going to bother. Her previous attempt to raise a conversation had been thwarted before she’d even got the word “mom” out, and if she was honest with herself, Mimi was losing the will. Once upon a time she would complain every instance she was diapered by force, and this continued for much of the early days. Then after a while she realised that tantrums were more effective when saved for opportune moments. Like now for example was not opportune, but on the back of a dry spell or a special occasion like her birthday, she had a lot more leverage. She kept that method up for a while, and was quite frustrated that it didn’t seem to work either, so she slowly slipped back into regular arguments, only now the drive wasn’t there as before. As time went on her efforts seemed more and more futile, as though they were now more out of habit than genuine disapproval. Her accumulated experiences of being diapered against her will were yielding no results, which was very disheartening for Mimi because she was starting to realise that she had had a lot of diaper experience.
The tragic truth of the matter for Mimi, though she would never ever admit it to herself, let alone her mother or Ally, was that she was just getting used to it.
The End of Mimis Struggle – Chapter Two
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