She wont change – Chapter Seven – She will change
On the TV, an 18-year-old boy and a diapered girl of the same age cuddled together on a twin mattress. Tears welled up in Mrs. Harling’s eyes, and she reached for a tissue on the table in front of her.
“Oh come on,” the infant Matt scoffed from the witch’s lap. “You’re acting like a bigger baby than me.”
Mrs. Harling sniffled as she tried to collect herself. “I know, I’m sorry. They’re just so cute together, I can’t help it.”
“Yes, I’ll admit they make a cute couple. But now you have a problem. She got her change, she doesn’t seem to mind the diaper very much, and she is still the same old brat. What now?”
“Haven’t you gotten the metaphor yet? Sara has finally found somebody that will ‘change’ her. This John of hers has a heart of gold. As time goes on and she reveals her darker side to him, he will rectify her behavior. He’ll be her model, the source of goodness that finally draws out the kind, gentle soul hidden underneath layers of bitterness and materialism. And if she refuses to change herself, then John will refuse to change her – I mean, literally change her diaper. He wouldn’t be able to stand her lasting negativity, and eventually abandon her. Then Sara would be right back to where she started: spending her days wallowing in her own mess.”
“Wow, you really thought this through when you cast that spell on her.”
“Yes, I did. Of course, I also wanted to see how big her diaper would get before she finally got it changed. Can you imagine two whole weeks without a change? She was nearly dragging that thing across the floor!”
“Yep, it was a massive load alright. And I’d say she got her just desserts with that rash. Hell, I couldn’t even last a few hours like that! Gotta give her points for endurance.” He leaned back against Mrs. Harling and suckled on a bottle. After a moment of silence he said, “You know, it’s fun being a baby and all, but I wish I had someone to play with. Sometimes it just feels like the same old song and dance, ya know?”
Mrs. Harling considered what Matt had said. “You know what? You’re right, Matthew. I think I’ll find you a little playmate soon enough.”
John woke up at 8:30 AM. Sara was still fast asleep in his arms. He felt her diaper, and noticed that she had wet in her sleep. He also noted her thighs, which were still a blistering red from the rash. He carefully got out of bed, so as not to disturb the sleeping girl. He threw on some jeans and a T-shirt and grabbed the keys to his car. He caught sight of his dad, red-eyed and scruffy, making his morning coffee. He wore a wrinkled white button-up shirt with a loose blue tie and black dress pants. He glanced briefly at John and asked, “Where the hell you going?”
“I gotta run to the pharmacy real quick. I brought a girl home last night and she needs some medicine; she’s not feeling too great.”
“Whatever, I gotta get going soon so I won’t be here when you get back. You better keep that dick of yours under control or you’ll end up in the same place I did.”
“Nothing happened Dad, we just watched a movie and went to sleep, that’s all.”
His dad sipped his coffee and said nothing else. John walked out the door and started his car. When he arrived at the pharmacy a few minutes later, he picked up some diaper rash cream, along with baby powder and wipes. The older cashier lady checked him out with a bare expression, but mumbled to herself as he left, “Damn kids just can’t keep their pants on anymore.”
Sara woke up to the sound of a door slamming shut. As she adjusted to her surroundings, she remembered where she was from the night before. Her rash was itching and burning all the way down to her knees, but it wasn’t nearly as bad now that that filthy diaper was off of her. She closed her legs with a relieved feeling, and noticed that she had wet herself in her sleep. When did I start doing that? she thought. Her previous diaper had been so massively filled that any nighttime wetting would have gone unnoticed.
Matt walked into the room carrying his bag of supplies. “Morning, Sara. Want me to change you out of that thing?”
Sara yawned and stretched. “Yes please,” she said with a smile.
Sara put up her legs as John untaped the diaper and opened it, revealing Sara’s bright red crotch and butt. He payed no mind to her private parts, as his only objective was to heal the blistering skin. He took the rash cream and applied it generously up and down her legs and wherever it was red. Sara felt the cool cream relieve the pain significantly. John then applied the powder, which summoned a large white cloud in the process. Sara inhaled deeply; the scent of fresh powder was a heavenly alternative to the fumes she had been suffering just the day before. As John finished, he wrapped up the wet diaper and threw it away in the kitchen. When he returned, Sara already had a replacement diaper snug around her waist. John looked at her for a moment, dazzled by her stunning beauty. The diaper complimented her graceful, mature figure, adding an element of innocence to the picture. John thought she looked beautiful before, but the padding added to the portrait significantly. He was a bit disappointed when she began pulling on her pants, hiding the centerpiece from view.
“Well,” started Sara, “I guess we’d better get going.”
The two walked out to the car. As they were driving, Sara mentioned, “I never told my parents where I was last night; my dad will probably kill me.”
“Couldn’t they call you?”
“They probably did. My phone is dead though.”
“Well that’s not good. You should probably tell them where you are if they’re going to get worried. Here, use my phone to call them.” He handed his flip phone to Sara, and she dialed the home number.
“Hey Dad, it’s Sara… No I went over to a friend’s house… Yes I know, my phone’s dead… Dad come on, don’t be like that… Well I’m fine! God, quit worrying so much!… Okay… Yeah… Yeah I understand… Love you too.” She hung up the phone and handed it back to John. “He said next time this happens I’m grounded for a month.”
“Well, at least he cares about where you are. My dad doesn’t give a shit.”
“Seriously? You’re lucky, I hate it when my parents won’t quit bothering me about where I am.”
Suddenly, John felt a pang of irritation. “Did you just call me lucky?”
“Yeah, it’d be great having parents who let you go where you want whenever you want to.”
John slammed on the breaks and pulled to the side of the road. He pointed his finger accusingly at the girl beside him. “Let me tell you something. There is NOTHING lucky about having a dad like mine. He works all day and comes home drunk at night. He does nothing but work, drink and sleep, and doesn’t give a damn about me. If I turned up dead, he would probably just say, ‘Well, that’s one less mouth to feed.’ So I’ll say this once, Sara: YOU’RE the lucky one. Your parents love you enough to care about whether you’re safe or in danger. I used to have a parent like that, Sara, but she’s gone, and she left me with a sorry excuse for a man to provide for me.”
When he had finished with his fury, Sara sat with her mouth shut and her eyes down. She knew that she had been put in her place, and hung her head in shame. John, realizing how he had made Sara feel, began to apologize. “I’m sorry, Sara. I didn’t mean to explode on you like that-“
“No, you’re right John. I deserved that. There’s nothing lucky about what you have to go through. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
The two were quiet the last few minutes of the car ride. When they pulled into Sara’s driveway, John got out of the car and walked over to Sara. He grabbed her shoulders, and embraced her. “No hard feelings, okay?”
Sara choked back tears. “Okay,” she whispered. She wanted him to hold her like that forever. She felt safe in his arms; with him, the world just seemed right. But he released her in a few moments, got back in his car, and drove off. Sara watched as he left, longing for his presence when he was out of sight. She had too many ex-boyfriends to count, but for the first time, Sara could truly say that she was in love.
When Sara walked in the door, she was greeted with a hug from Bethany. “I missed you,” she said.
Sara retracted a bit, but grudgingly returned the favor. “Yeah, missed you too,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
“Hey, you wanna come see what I drew for art class? I need your criticism so I can make it better. The art teacher said so.”
“Hmm, I don’t know. I got some homework I’ve… gotta…” Sara looked over at the couch, where her father greeted her with a death stare from above his newspaper. “Okay, I guess I can make time.”
Bethany led the way up to her room. On the desk sat a picture of a beautifully-drawn horse, anatomically correct and shaded to perfection. Bethany loved horses; in fact, her entire room was horse-themed. The sheets on the bed showed a horse grazing in the field, and a stuffed horse sat on the pillows, which looked like hay bales. Along the center of the wall all the way around the room, a strip displayed a pattern of running horses. Beth’s parents thought it was cute, but Sara saw it as an unhealthy obsession. She almost gagged when she saw the picture-perfect horse on the white piece of paper. “It’s good,” Sara commented, “But why is it always horses with you?”
Bethany suddenly put on a dreamy tone. “Horses are the majestic creatures of the prairies. Their muscular bodies are complimented by a gentle nature, and for centuries they’ve helped humans-“
“Okay,” Sara cut her off. “Sorry I asked.”
“So… Any helpful criticism? My teacher said to write down at least three things we can improve on.”
Sara looked, but the picture was flawless. Why didn’t Beth just bullshit it and write down three random things? “Umm… I don’t know. I guess perception, depth, and uh… dimensions.”
Beth giggled sweetly. “You’re so funny! You know those are all basically the same thing.”
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I gotta go do my own work.”
“Wait, seriously. I need criticisms on this, please. I’m thinking I maybe could’ve done a better job on the nostrils. They look a little big, don’t you think?”
“Well, if you know what’s wrong with it then why do you need me?”
Bethany was disheartened. “Sorry, I just wanted your opinion on it.”
Sara could see she hurt Beth’s feelings, and sighed heavily. “Okay, I’m sorry Beth. Let me look at it again… Yeah, you’re right about the nostrils, they could be a little smaller. And uh… Some more shading on the legs would help define the muscles more, I think.”
“Oh yeah, you’re right! What else?”
“Hmm… Shouldn’t the eyes be just a bit more to the side of his face?”
“That’s it! I KNEW there was something wrong with the eyes. Thanks Sara!” She hugged her older sister once more, and Sara accepted it. As she walked out of the room, she couldn’t help but feel a little lighter on the inside, and she smiled.
The next day at school, Sara walked in with her diaper sagging a bit from the day before. She had wet herself several times and messed once since John had changed her, but the powder and lotion did their job and protected Sara from further inflammation. She smelled a bit, but after her 2-week period of no changes, she barely noticed it.
In math period, Eric noticed that the room didn’t smell nearly as bad as the week before. He glanced at Sara, and saw that there was no longer an enormous mass outlined against her pants. He didn’t want to care, but he was curious. Who had changed her?
During lunch period, he approached Sara at her locker. “Hey.”
“Um… Hey, Eric. I didn’t realize we were on speaking terms again.”
“I see you’re out of that disgusting tub of shit. Who finally bit the bullet for you?”
“Why do you care?”
Eric raised his eyebrows innocently. “No reason. Just curious is all.”
“Well, it’s none of your business. You made yourself pretty clear when you said you didn’t want to speak to me again, but obviously that isn’t the case. So why don’t you just hurry along to the lunch room, hm? I’m sure you have better things to do than talk to this ‘freakshow.'” Sara shut her locker and walked away victoriously.
Eric’s curiosity was now through the roof. He followed from a distance and watched her enter the cafeteria. He saw her approach a lone boy at a table and hug him. Who the hell is that? he thought. The pair chatted for a bit, then the boy sniffed the air and asked her a question. She nodded and looked down at her pants, and the two walked away. There’s no way, Eric thought. That little prick is changing her? Once again, Eric tried not to care as he walked casually to his usual seat next to his baseball buddies. But the thought of the couple lingered in his mind for quite some time afterward.
Meanwhile, John and Sara walked to the family restroom next to the gym. But when they pulled on the door, it was locked. “Occupied!” they heard from the other side.
“Ah, well,” John said. “That probably wouldn’t have been the best idea anyway. If somebody saw us both walking out of there, we’d be screwed. There’s no privacy here; you’ll just have to wait till after school.”
Damn it, Sara thought. “That’s alright. Hey, I think I’ve mastered waiting for changes.” She giggled at her own joke, and John gave an embarrassed chuckle.
“Yeah, I bet so. Well, just meet me at my car after school. I’ll change you at my place and drop you off at home. Wanna go get some lunch?”
“Sure, I’m starved.” The two walked back to the cafeteria side by side, and held hands along the way.
Eric had a new girl in his bed that night. They started stripping their clothes as they kissed, but the girl noticed that Eric wasn’t up yet. “What’s wrong? Not excited to see me?”
“Just hang on a minute.” Eric focused hard on the nude girl’s upper body, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to arousal. What’s going on? he thought. This has never happened before.
“Here, let me help you,” the girl said seductively as she reached for his limp penis.
“No, just get dressed. I’m not feeling it tonight. I’ll drive you home.”
“Okay, suit yourself.” Eric watched as she pulled her shirt back on. When it came down over her, the girl’s face had taken on the appearance of Sara’s.
“WHAT THE-” Eric rubbed his eyes furiously.
“What happened?” the girl asked, suddenly worried.
When Eric looked back, the girl’s face had changed back to normal. “Nothing, I’m fine. Just got something in my eye is all. Get your stuff, I’ll drive you home.”
For the rest of the night, Eric could not stop thinking about Sara. The image of her face had frozen in his mind and haunted him like a specter. She appeared in a dream, her upper body bare and an overloaded diaper drooping from her waist down to her ankles. And as she stood still, an eerie shadow cast from her body and her face was dimly lit. “…Sara?” he asked. The figure remained silent. He reached out to touch her, but on contact, she dissipated into a shadow on the ground, spreading out, surrounding him in darkness. He heard her words echo: “Will you change me?” repeated over and over, overlapping and playing at different frequencies. Then the noise stopped. And suddenly, he was engulfed in flames, as he heard his own distorted voice: “WHAT KIND OF GROSS FUCKING FREAKSHOW ARE YOU?!”
He awoke with a start, wondering what had happened to him. He had never been so worked up over a girl in his life. Yet here he was, lying in a pool of his own sweat, unable to take Sara off of his mind. He couldn’t understand it, but he wanted her. He wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. He grew enraged at the thought of that boy hugging her. Hugging HIS woman. And he would be damned if he let that scrawny little fuck steal what was his.
The End of She wont change – Chapter Seven.
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