Descent into Diapers – Chapter Seven
With the Jeep outside and my sports car inside I press the button to close the garage. I had a feeling once she heard the car start that she was going to come and see what I was doing, I just did not expect her to run like she did. I do not know what she expected me to do if I was not able to get dirty and I can at least prepare for myself to get dirty later. I did need to change the oil in the car, I have been so absent-minded lately though due to work and all, but this vacation is a perfect time.
I glance around the garage one more time to make sure everything is in order and to scan for my stepstool. Flipping the lights off, I walk back into the house closing the door to the garage behind me. As I made my way to the living room, I spotted Jen walking down the stairs and smiled, “Hey babe, what’s up.” As soon as the words left my mouth, nearly automatically, I realized messed up once again and instantly tried to correct myself. “Mommy, I meant Mommy I promise.”
Jen did not even look at me when she calmly said, “Strike one.”
Oh, the horrid strikes that counted down to my doom. This was one thing she was just like any other parent; Jen was lenient but only by so much. Most of the time I got three warnings before I got punished, other rules will skip my three-strike point system and go straight into punishment. My only guess is that she is tired of me breaking one of the rules so much this soon. “I am sorry, I did not mean it Mommy,” I said trying to plead my case to a brick wall.
“I have corrected you multiple times, yesterday was free but even today you have called me something other than Mommy multiple times. If you need help baby, just ask, I know a way you will remember what I am to be called,” Jennifer said as I saw her make way off the stairs and stare at me with her hands on her hips.
Anyone could see that her offer was a free invitation to something not so fun and knowing her it would be me writing. The last time I got in trouble that led me to write lines was not fun. “No thank you, Mommy, I promise that I will remember,” I told her, hoping that my tung would keep my promise and not start spewing words like my phone’s auto-correct.
With a strike on my record already today I was eager to change the subject quickly, “So you said we were going somewhere today?”
Jen started to straighten my hair with her hands and inspected me for any kind of dirt or grease. “I know you have excellent recall Charlie, what is rule number 13,” She asked me calmly still trying to groom me like I was some unkept ruffian.
For the most part, she is right, I did have good recall when I wanted to. “Rule number 13 states that Charlie is allowed to drive alone,” I stated dryly still wondering why she was so upset at me.
I finally saw a smile from Jen, “There is more to that rule,” she said waiting for me to continue.
I rolled my eyes and finished, “If it’s communicated with Mommy.” The paper I signed read Jennifer, but I was not about to make that mistake again if I could help it. “I would also like to add to my defense that I had no intent to ‘drive.’ I just wanted to move the cars around so I could give myself something to do. I was looking for my step stool while you were showering but one thing led to another, and I got the idea of changing the oil in the car.”
“You are running on thin ice buddy,” Jennifer says with a stern smile. This meant that she was serious but getting back in a better mood.
Still not sure why her mood changed so fast this morning, but she did look panicked when she busted through the front door. Oh, speaking of which, “Mommy, what was with the bunny earlier?” I asked curiously as I tried to shake her hands away from the hair that she was still playing with.
I saw Jen giggle with my detest of her constant fiddling of my hair. “It’s just a bunny, nothing special. Why you ask?” Jennifer asked in response.
I moved to put the keys up by the front door as I told her, “Just curious, you seem to be holding on to it hard when you came outside, and I see you blush as soon as I mentioned it.” As I turned around from hanging the keys up all I saw was Jen’s steal blue eyes and gorgeous smile as she just stared at me. Jen was good at a few things and one of those things was keeping a secret. That look she gave me was that of the secret she did not want to share with me just yet, I knew not to press buttons. If I was not to know about the bunny that could be why her mood suddenly changed.
I could see the gears turning in Jennifer’s head, what was she thinking? Just then she told me, “Since you already have your shoes on and have decided to track them through the house, how about you go hop in the car and wait for me to come out? I must get a couple of things from upstairs first and then we will be on our way today.”
I simply told her, “Sure thing” and started to open the front door, grabbing the keys on my way out. I glanced back about to ask her something but decided not to bother and made my way to my wife’s SUV. I pressed the unlock button on her car and hopped in the passenger seat to wait. My hands wanted to reach for my phone, but I knew that Jen still had it, so I settled on just sitting there waiting as patiently as I could. As my hands were sitting in my lap, I started to fiddle with one of the buttons on my cargo shorts. Just then my heart skipped a beat as I realized that I was going to be going out in public dressed like this. As panic started to set in, I noticed Jen was already halfway to the SUV from the front door, and she had that bunny again along with her purse and a baby blue backpack.
I watched Jen get in the car and held her hand out as I gave her the Key fob and started the car. Jen just sat there for a moment looking at me longingly before she broke the silence of the car, “The first thing I want to give you is your very own diaper bag,” she said as she handed me a medium-sized backpack that was made of dyed blue leather.
I took the bag from her and held it out in front of me. It was a cute backpack that was plain yet still screamed childishly. There was a small pendant in the shape of a bunny hanging from the main pouch zipper. The bag was filled with what I could only guess was my diaper supplies, even the smaller pouches looked to be holding something. The bag was cute, nothing I would ever pick out but what baby gets to pick out their diaper bag? “Mommy,” I started to say as I turned my head back to her, “don’t you think that it’s a bit much?”
Armed with a smile and a sincere voice, “It’s one solid color, you cannot tell what it is, and it somewhat matches that death trap of a sports car.”
Her comment automatically made me smile, it was not the care that she detested, it was the two speeding tickets I had in it and the one time she got called because the cops thought I was her child and stole her car. I chuckled at the memory, “Thank you, Mommy, I love it,” I told her to reassure her that her thoughts and sentiment had my gratitude.
The next thing she handed me was that bunny from before. Confused, I just looked at her as I sat there holding the bunny. “At first I was not going to give you this just yet,” she informed me. “I was going to wait a little while longer, but I guess today is just as good as any.” She must have read my confusion as she smiled and put her purse up so she could put her SUV in reverse to back out of the driveway and start driving, “Seatbelt baby.”
I buckled up and Jen started our journey to I don’t know where, I was just along for the ride. I looked down and studied the plushie that was now sitting in my lap. The bunny was super soft with light tan fur, and two long floppy ears fell to either side of the buddy giving it a cuddly aura that beckoned to be held. The bunny had a little black nose that sat on top of a cut smile and big blue eyes that seemed to just see right through you, not in a creepy way but in a soft loving way. I look up from the bunny and turn towards Jen, pleading for an explanation.
I watched Jen drive with a nostalgic smile on her face for what seemed to be at least a good solid two miles. Breaking from her trance-like state she finally spoke, “I originally got that bunny for you the same week that you agreed to be my Little.”
I looked back at the bunny quickly before looking back at her, “You did?”
“Yup,” she confirmed. “I was so happy that I wanted to give you a gift that would always remind you of me and something that you could hold on to on the days that I was not there with you. I have just been a little scared that you would not like it and tell me that boys don’t have dolls or stuffed animals.”
I turned my head to look out the window as I sat the bunny in my lap facing forward and wrapped my arms around it. It was true, though I agreed to be her little and begin this journey I was reluctant at first and was worried that it would ruin my reputation and give me a bad image. To be honest I did not know why I agreed to be her little, it was not my thing, it was hers. I just wanted to see her smile, and the joy I had seen on her face when I let her take care of me and my bedwetting (diapers and all) I just could not get over it. I had never seen Jen as happy as when she had someone at home to care for. I guess I thought that if I let her take care of me and made her that happy why not let her, it’s not like I did a bang-up job taking care of myself.
Jen did teach me to be more confident in myself and not let my worries get the best of me. I turned back to look at Jen, “Thank you, Mommy,” I said smiling, “I do love it.”
“I thought that your bunny could give you some comfort in the challenges of today,” Jen said informatively. “This is your first time being out and about wearing diapers, I am surprised you have not started to fuss yet.”
My eyes went from longing to just plain blank. Jen was right, I am still in my diapers and about to be out in public. I did my best to discreetly check my diaper to see if I was wet. Wait, what was I thinking, of course, I am dry I am still potty trained during the daytime, and I don’t need diapers. Maybe if I just make sure to stay dry no one will notice.
“Yes honey, you are wearing diapers, and you will be using them today before we go home,” she said as she saw me reach down to touch the front of my diaper.
“You said baby steps, Mommy,” I said franticly, “I am not ready for this. Home is one thing, but I cannot be seen wearing a diaper.”
Jennifer looked at me for a second with a confused look before putting her eye back on the road as she kept driving. “You do remember telling me that you agree to wear diapers full time, right? I asked you more than once to make sure you heard me,” she said inquisitively.
“Ya,” I said sheepishly, “but I did not realize you were going to parade me around with a diaper bag and have me carry a stuffed rabbit. I thought you were going to. . . I don’t know, start small and ease me in it.” I did not mean to just get into this without thinking but somehow, I did.
Jen gave another glance at me with her eyebrows furrowed, “If you don’t like your bunny I will take him back,” she told me as she started to reach for my new bunny.
I quickly guarded my bunny, putting it just out of her reach. “No, It’s my bunny. You gave it to me,” I said in a whining whimper.
“Then talk to me, why are you having second thoughts? You did not cry the last time you let me diaper you for a weekend,” Jennifer said setting her hand on my knee to try and calm my nerves.
Feeling Jen’s hand on me did help ground me to the present, I did my best to explain to her, “Well when you and Alice were talking to me and telling me that everyone knew about me and my bedwetting,” I started to say blushing in shame as I admitted my juvenile nighttime issue. After taking a breath I continued, “With everyone knowing I am already in diapers and know that you don’t even let me change myself, I thought in that moment why not? It’s not like wearing them during the day was going to change the fact everyone knows thinks I am a baby.” I started to get a little salty towards the end and Jen caught on.
“Check your tone,” Jennifer said firmly. “How many times have I told you that wetting the bed is not that big of a deal and that you are not the only one who does it.”
I looked down in shame, “A lot.” She was right, she introduced me to a lot of people who had similar issues as I did, and not one judged me like I was afraid they were.
“And yes, I was the one who told my mother about a wonderful man who opened up his heart to me and spilled his soul,” Jennifer confessed. “I shared that in confidence as most kids do to their parents, I did not mean to hurt your feelings and betray your trust.” I see the longing in Jen’s eye as she continues, “My family has not once thought of you any differently, especially when I opened up to you and told you about my secret. My mother was so excited that you and I have this little dynamic, she finally has hope and wants to join in caring for you as her daughter’s little. And why we are on the subject we are going to dinner with them this week, there is no getting out of it this time.”
I felt bad, she was right, she had shown me a world of acceptance and love. “I am sorry for freaking out, but I am still scared of being in public in a diaper. What if I run into someone I know?” I said apologetically. As I took in what she just said I realized what she just told me, “I know you said you told your mom about us and especially about me but what do you mean that she wants to join in on caring for me?”
Jen smiled and just plainly said, “My mother wants you to call her Grammy, and she is going to be treating you very much as my little boy. I cannot help that, and I have prolonged it as much as I can. But now that you are back in diapers, I cannot hold her back anymore.”
I sat there holding my bunny just staring at Jen as I felt the SUV come to a stop. I did not know how to take this. I did not know what to fear more, walking around in diapers in public or being babied by my mother-in-law. I heard Jen put the car in the park, but it did not register in my mind until she started speaking.
“Ground rules,” Jennifer said, catching my attention back. I looked at her and listened intently. “First one is you are not potty trained, and what does that mean Charlie?”
As she reiterated the rules that I agreed to, I responded with the answer she was looking for, “the potty is off limits.”
Without skipping a beat Jen continued to ask me another question, “Can you change your diapers?”
I looked down defeated, “No, Mommy is in charge of my diaper,” I told her trying to hide my shame that was starting to come back.
I looked up to see Jen looking at me with loving and caring eyes as she caressed my face, “You do not have to call me Mommy when we are in public, you will not get any more strikes and only one warning when we get back. The way I have you dressed no one can tell that you have a diaper on, I want to show you that you can be confident and be diapered at the same time. I will be making you drink fluids to make sure you will need to potty, and I will expect you to be a good boy and potty in your diaper without being told. I am doing this for your own good and to show you that you have nothing to fear.”
“Mommy, I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to be little,” I told her in a scared voice. I was shocked to see her just smile and get out of the car. My eyes followed her as she rounded the car, opened my door, and unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Charlie, you are only as little as you allow yourself. I have not once forced you to be little, you do it all on your own. I am here to guide you and protect you. I want to teach you to be comfortable in your skin, I want to show you that you can be yourself and still be a successful man,” she told me as I stared into her eyes not wanting to blink. I felt her guide me out of the car and shut the door behind me. “See, that is not so bad now, is it?”
I started to look around to see where we were and realized that Jen drove us downtown, our city was rather beautiful and nearly everyone was friendly. This is actually a really fun place to be, there were a bunch of little shops and small eateries around here, and it was the ultimate place to just hang out and people-watch. I started to walk before I realized the hand that Jen still had a hold of held me back from going any further. I looked back to see Jen just standing there smiling.
“Charlie,” Jennifer said apparently for a second time, I guess I was too engrossed to hear her the first time. “Are you going to take your bunny with us as we explore?” she asked me.
I turned bright red as I realized I was still clutching my bunny like my life depended on it. My face paled in embarrassment and silence pleading with Jen to not make me take my new bunny. Jen read my face like a pro and knew exactly what I was trying to say, but it was not her voice that I heard as Jen reached for my bunny so she could put it safely back in the SUV.
“Smart move little guy, don’t want your bunny to get lost or dirty,” an old lady said as she started to walk by us. I watched her smile at me and turn to Jen and tell her, “You got a cutie on your hands, don’t let him grow up too fast.”
Jen and I had this all the time at first, due to our height difference and my youthful appearance people often thought that I was her child. I have tried to grow facial hair to help me look older, but I found out that I lack the ability to grow facial hair. Most of the time it did not bother me but due to what I was wearing under my clothes I just got beat read and froze. Jen though just smiled and followed through saying, “Don’t worry no matter how much he grows he will always be my little baby.”
Before the old lady got out of earshot she replied, “Isn’t that the truth.” Smiles and waves were traded, and she finally was far enough away I could start breathing again.
“Mommy I can’t do this,” I told her, forgetting that I was now allowed to call her Jen again.
“Relax darling,” Jen reassured me, “she did not know anything other than you are a cute-looking young man that was clutching his stuffed bunny. You looked rather darling if I say so myself.”
Jen then started to walk down the sidewalk holding my hand, inevitably dragging me away from the comfort of the car. In the first block, Jen had us both in a small convenience store to buy, of course, a drink, one for both of us. I tried to get a canned coffee, but I was met with a set of very stern eyes. “What? I have not eaten lunch so technically I am still good to have it,” I told her firmly.
I watched Jen glance at her phone which seemed to appear out of thin air as it always does and checks the time. Jen’s expression softened and admitted, “You would be correct, I guess I will not stop you.” I watched as her look turned into a grin as she grabbed water for herself.
I tried to pull my wallet out of my back pocket, but I realized I did not have it, I must have forgotten to grab it before I left. I just heard Jen giggle as stood there in mock shame at having her pay for my drink. “I would gotten it,” I told her trying to play off my slight embarrassment.
“Of course, you would darling, though if I remember right, I think your back is being guarded by a brave bunny that is overseeing a special blue backpack that I saw it in last,” Jen said cryptically with a smile.
I rolled my eyes and responded, “Of course you would have put it in the . . .” I said ending my sentence in an inaudible mumble.
Jen, keeping me close in arms reach leads us out of the store and continues our walk down the street. “If you are going to say it, make sure we all can hear you, sweetie. No one can hear you mumble,” Jen said in a sugary motherly tone.
I make eye contact with her with one eyebrow raised giving her the look of ‘Did you just say that?’
Of course, Jen just looks ahead and tells me in the most informative of voices, “Do not blame me for merely responding to what I thought was a child speaking. I was raised to speak clearly and firmly, and if my little boy needs to be reminded of that I will make sure to correct him on the spot. How else do you expect to learn?”
Perplexed at her statement I decided to ignore her and pop the top of my coffee and start drinking it. After a swig and about five and half steps though I felt Jen’s eyes burning a hole in my skull. I rolled my eyes unceremoniously and said “May I help you madam” in a monotone voice.
“You better count your luck as I know you are playing, but I almost sense a bit of sass in that statement,” Jen said with an inquisitive smile. “But yes, my little sir, you heard me correctly. I want you to repeat what you said earlier, clearly so I can hear and understand you,” Jennifer quipped with a devilish grin.
I did my best to throw daggers at her with my eyes, but she only stopped dead in her tracks staring me down. We both stood there for a solid minute, making the people move around us. I blinked first and just like a child Jen smiled knowing she won the game and proceeded to egg me on silently, making it known she expected me to repeat my sentence without mumbling.
I took a deep breath and told her, “Of course, you would have put it in the diaper bag.” As I blushed, she smiled, took my hand once again, and continued to lead me on our excursion of my embarrassment.
It took three blocks before I realized that Jen may have been right about no one noticing my diaper. By the fourth block I realized even in our little stare-down game, no one cared. But that was all about to end, as we were walking through a shop she spotted and wanted to go in, I saw one of my local clients whom I happen to book flights for at my company on a somewhat regular basis.
I started to pretend I did not see him until I her, “Charlie? Charlie!” coming from Mr. Kim from across the way.
Of course, this alerts Jen who, like a harlequin, puts a smile on and insists on starting a conversation. “Oh, hello. I don’t think I have the pleasure of knowing you,” she says handing her hand out to my client, Mr. Kim. Normally I would not mind introducing my clients to my wife, but Mr. Kim is a bit of an acentric and insisted on us being friends. He also will not allow anyone to book his flights for him other than me. Normally I would drop him due to his infatuation with me, but he was not only a client but an investor in the company itself, so naturally I bite my tongue, tune out Alice’s laughter, and put up with my acentric friend.
Mr. Kim strolls overtakes my wife’s hand and proceeds to grace us with his joyful personality, “You must be the beautiful and heroic wife of Mr. Finley. It is my honor to finally meet you,” he said with a bow. “My name is Mr. Kim, and I will say Mr. Finley has told me so much about you.”
I stood there with a stupid smile on my face. I was not fond of being called Mr. Finley, that was my dad, who is very much alive. Also, I would like to note that I did not talk willingly to Mr. Kim about Jennifer, I was drug on a business trip with Mr. Kim and was sitting in the air for hours on end making small talk. Mr. Kim is also the one who started me on meditation, believe it or not. “Mr. Kim,” I said getting his attention. “I did not expect you to be here, nice to see you again,” I told him.
Mr. Kim turned to me and explained, “I did not even expect to be here, but I needed a gift for my wife and somehow found myself halfway across the city.” He then leans into me and in a loud whisper says, “Maybe you and your wife could help me!” He then winks at Jennifer and says, your wife looks to have great taste, I see she has drug you in here as well.”
Jennifer smiled and said, “Very nice to meet you, and I would love to help you shop. Charlie and I were just out for a stole and was merely window shopping.”
With an amused smile, I watch Mr. Kim woo my wife in a bit of shopping. As they turn to start bantering about knick-knacks and look around, I merely follow behind. “Yes, let us go shopping,” I said to myself out loud.
The End of Descent into Diapers – Chapter Seven.
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