Skip to content The Rediscovery of love and innocents – Chapter One
Prologue
The rain came down steadily on the black sedan like a tight roll on snare drum. Sarah looked out at the rain rolling down the window, at the drops making their way down the tinted glass only made darker by the storm. She used to love the sound of rain. The hard and soft pitter-patter would almost always be enough to sooth her or release her to sleep’s embrace, just like it was now. That was, of course, before that fateful night a few weeks ago.
The spring this year has been terrible, and it all was due to the weather. Winter didn’t want to let go just yet; consequently, the freezing rain it brought made driving nearly impossible in the previous weeks. Her ever loving parents decided that the freezing downpour had kept them inside for long enough, and elected they go to the cinema. The break in the rain made for a smooth trip and a quiet theater to watch their movie.
Once the movie had ended the happy family made their way up to the lobby and deposited their used snack containers. Sarah could hear the storms starting back up again over the sound of the other moviegoers and grabbed onto her mother. Her father looked down at Sara and chuckled a bit in his warm heart filled way. He ruffled her long wheat coloured hair then left to bring their car up out of the rain. Still holding her mum’s hand she was lead around to examine some of the posters from films they had recently seen. Sarah laughed and chatted excitedly with her mother as they reenacted the movies from previous visits. In the midst of their fun there was a muffle horn from outside; their cue to leave. Sarah gathered up her left over sweets and hustled outside into the safety of the waiting car.
From the back seat Sarah looked out the car windows. Although the inside heat was very welcomed it made the windshield fog up as soon as the wipers made it clear again. Her mother looked back at Sarah and smiled; however, the child could still tell she was worried from her eyes. They where the same eyes Sarah had, an intense icy blue that could never hide their owner’s true feelings. She was so caught up with her mother’s face she didn’t notice the growing glow coming quickly toward their own car. It was on the impact that the mother and daughter broke eye contact. Sarah watched as her mother flew forward, her licorice fish flying from her had after, as is swimming to save the women.
There was broken glass where windows used to be. This let the light come in from the other vehicle, although the girl was too dazed to make use of the new light. Her door was opened and a commanding hand gently shook her shoulder.
“Sarah. Sarah sweetie it’s time to get up.” Said her aunt wakening from her reliving what must have been the worst day in her thirteen year old life. Her aunt took her up under the umbrella the older women held and helped her into the house.
Sara was used to the help by now. The accident had left her unmarked on the outside aside from a few bruises and small cuts. The problem lied within her body. She was left weak with internal damage, and while recovering at the hospital she had to endure help with walking, dressing, and… “hygiene.” It was only earlier today that she was released from the healing centre’s care. Released to spend her first day out burying her parents.
Her aunt led Sarah up into her new room. It was blank, bare, and had almost no of her possessions except for what she brought home from the hospital. Sara’s aunt helped her through the process of undressing. Frist came her black flats, then her funeral dress, and finally her aunt started to pull down the girl’s tights. It was when the thin leggings were halfway down that Sarah’s new guardian reached her fingers into the girls under garments.
“I thing we should change you now, you’re pretty soaked.” Said the girl’s aunt with a weak smile.
The accident took many things from Sarah; her family, her strength, her independence, her happiness, it also left her incontinent. Sarah just lay there as she was diapered and remained just as limp when her pajamas where slipped over her pail, delicate frame. Her aunt tucked her into bed leaving her faced toward the outside. She placed one kiss on her charge’s head before she left the sad girl to rest after such dark day. As soon as Sarah’s aunt was gone, and the door shut behind her, Sarah cried. For the first time since waking up after the crash tears ran down the little girl’s face, as rain streaked the widow looking outside.
Chapter One
Sarah awoke that next morning to the sounds of birds chirping. Their sharp song welcoming the light from the crisp blue sky just outside Sarah’s still dew covered window. She started to sit up, her body still blanketed by the weight of sleep. She stepped down onto the cold timber floor of her new room and felt a slight chill run the length of her body as she made her way to look out of the window onto the outside world.
Even in front of her nose, the window pane and sill told their stories about the house. Old white paint inside and out, faded by time, yet still providing a strong contrast against the ocean blue house tinted ever so slightly green. The glass was hand blown and oddly warped around the edges, so as to remind one of a fish eye effect of a camera. Beyond that Sarah could see the front yard. It was oddly slopped so that the house sat a good bit higher than the sidewalk and was bordered by a white picket fence. The yard was clearly divided down the centre by a stepping stone walkway. A quaint flower garden was on the right yard, and on the left the source of the birdsong that had woken her from sleep, a stone birdbath.
Sarah turned away from the window and headed onward to examine the rest of her new surroundings. The house was old but big, her bedroom easily shown this fact. The bareness of it only made it look larger and showed its charming New England style. The walls and floor were both wood, no doubt of native timber. The walls smooth as silk painted an equally smooth grey, and the floor a rich colour of reddish brown from some kind of towering evergreen. The room was L shaped to accommodate a bathroom, and in the inlet there was a simple square dresser. On top of the dresser was Sarah’s drawstring bag she was living out of while at the hospital. With an exhale of air she started to unpack some of it’s contents. The copy of The Hobbit she had been reading, her sewing tin and the “get well soon” cards she had received all went on the dresser’s top. She packed away the two nightgowns, couple tee shirts, socks, and panties in the dresser; however, taking a pair of hospital slippers to put on herself.
From there she moved back towards the bed and made it up for the day. She removed a stuffed Dalmatian from her almost depleted bag of belongings and placed it on the bed, giving it a pap on the head before returning to the bag. The next item she pulled out was a family picture with her in the centre between her mother and father. She clutched the frame to her chest and set it on the nightstand then turned to the bathroom before she could feel the sting of loss once again. When she opened the door to the bathroom what she found was as simple and conservative as could be expected of houses this old. The sandy tiled room had a toilet, a tub and a sink with a medicine cabinet. The tub had a new surprise to it, though. Out of the wall hung a showerhead suitable for assisted bathing. Sarah moved over to the cabinet and deposited her toothbrush and paste, her compact, lip balm, and a few hair-care products officially emptying he bag. She closed the mirror and threw the bag out of the room before closing the door and locking it. Sarah lifted her nightgown and looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn’t gain back all of the weight lost from being injured but the cuts and bruises we going away nicely. Though, what upset Sarah was around her waist. Her diaper was yellow stained and modestly sagging. Upon feeling herself she found it was still warm, so she must have had her accident since she woke up. She dropped down her gown upset with her wet state and herself, and started down stairs towards the kitchen.
Out in the open of the house she could smell food being prepared. She rounded the corner of the stairs and followed the hall strait into the kitchen. Sarah heard the soft tap of slippers on the black and white kitchen tile, and the clear singing of a French morning by her aunt. Sarah’s aunt, Jeanette Martin, is a wedding planner and chef that worked all through out New England and some of Canada. Although, she herself was unmarried, and she usually did not cook breakfast for two. She unloaded two plates of crêpes and fruit onto the island in the middle of the kitchen and turned around to see Sarah in the division between rooms.
“Good morning Sarah!” Aunt Jeanette said with a smile, “ What’s wrong aren’t you hungry?”
Sarah responded with a quiet yes, and pulled down on the hem of her nightshirt to show Jeanette what was troubling her.
“Right, come have some breakfast. There’s a lot we need to discuss.” She said leading Sarah over to a seat at the island and pushed her chair in, “ Sarah, you’re going to be living here, so we’re going to have to come up with some boundaries, okay?”
Sarah sat down and started half playing with her pastry, half eating it. “What do you have in mind?”
“Well” Jeanette started “ This is your new home, and you’re a young lady, so I want to make sure you feel respected.” Jeanette reached over and started rubbing Sarah’s shoulder soothingly. “So, your room is your place, if you ever need time, I’ll leave you alone there.”
Sarah like the idea, and started picking up speed on her crêpe feeling much less unsure about the conversation. “That sounds good, what else do I need to know?” Asked Sarah.
“Well, you can go anywhere in the house you wish, except for my room obviously,” Jeanette started. “ Also, I don’t want you leaving the house without me for a while, just until I think you’re healthy enough to do so”
These rules were sounding pretty fair to Sarah so far; however, she had never been around Jeanette very often growing up, so she didn’t know what to expect. Still, Jeanette was her mother’s sister after all, and Sarah could definitely see the similarities. Her aunt lived alone, and was unable to have children, but as Sarah watch her move and listen to her talk she knew her aunt was a natural mother.
“Now the last thing we need to get settled right now is the issue of your, shall we say, unique underwear situation” She said pointing to the sodden, yellow diaper poking out from under her nightie. “ You’re home now so how do you want to be changed?”
Sarah blushed and quickly pulled down the hem of her nighty. She had been back in diapers for about two weeks now, but something still felt basically wrong about it. The entire time in the hospital she was changed by nurses, and even by her aunt a few times. The accident left her at first with a sensation of pain before She had an accident, but now she had no way of knowing. The fact that she couldn’t help but to wet her diapers embarrassed her more than wearing them, or even being changed by someone else.
Slowly and sadly Sarah responded. “I think that you should handle my…” she stopped for a moment and continued. “My diaper changes. You make them feel less horridly embarrassing, and I have no idea how do it right myself.”
Jeanette looked at he girl and smiled; yet, she knew how hard this must be for her niece. She walked over towards Sarah, moved her seat back, and helped her up, placing her hand’s on Sarah’s shoulders.
“Come on, let’s get you changed okay? I’ll meet you in your room. Then when we’re done we’ll leave out for the day.“ Jeanette said, and Sarah left to head up stairs. Sarah entered her room and sat on her bed with her legs crossed. She lifted her nightgown again and poked at her diaper. She remembered back to the days in the hospital. She was considerably weaker then and getting around was a great burden on herself and to the hospice staff. Unfortunately for Sarah, with her already in diapers for her wetting accidents, the nurses found it easier to take the toilet out of the picture all together. Having a wet diaper changed like she was now is one thing, but when she had messed herself in the hospital was a whole other story. Aunt Jeanette was the only person she wasn’t completely mortified to be changed by.
Sarah heard Jeanette knock on the door, and quickly dropped her shirt. Then yelled a quick “come in,” and Jeanette entered with changing supplies and something yellow tucked under her arm. Sarah tried to see what it was, but Jeanette gently pushed he to the bed, and tutted. “ Uh, uh, uh. You don’t want to ruin the surprise do you?”
Jeanette sat down on the bed and hid the surprise item behind her. She kept her hand on Sarah’s chest while she worked. Jeanette straitened out Sarah’s legs and lifted her nightie up past her belly button, then Jeanette started to carefully but firmly press down on her lower stomach. Sarah squeaked a little and reached for her diapered area as she felt the warmth of her diaper being filled again.
Sarah blushed and looked away as Jeanette moved her hands away and said. “I’m sorry sweetie, but we have to make sure you have it all out.”
Jeanette opened the diaper tapes with a clear rip, and opened the front of the diaper. She lifted Sarah’s legs up and used baby wipes to clean the girl’s bum and sensitive parts; causing Sarah to shiver and cringe a little. Jeanette deposited the wipes in the diaper then opened up the new one and slid it under Sarah. Then, Jeanette rubbed an ointment into the pinking skin to prevent diaper rash. Jeanette wiped off the extra cream from her hands on a baby wipe, and then snuggly sealed the new diaper.
“Now, for the surprise you couldn’t wait for.” Said Jeanette leaving up the hand she was using to hold Sarah down with. Sarah sat up and Jeanette brought from behind her back a yellow garment. It was a yellow dress the colour of sunflowers, with what look like shoots of lilac pedals spread across the fabric.
“Yellow is still your favorite colour, right kiddo?” Asked aunt Jeanette.
Sarah shook her head and in reply said “ yeah, and purple too.”
Sarah continued to sit there and stare at the dress. Although it was very plane in its design, it was beautiful in its simplicity. While Sarah stared Jeanette took off her nightie. Realizing she’d been striped to nothing but he diaper ad socks Sarah snapped out of her daze.
“Um I think I can take it from here.” Said Sarah “Thank you though”
Jeanette smiled got up and closed the door leaving Sarah alone in her room. She felt so weird, almost as if asleep again. She had been taken care of in the hospital for a while now, right? So what was so different now? Why should she feel so surreal? What was so different about this diaper change from others? Maybe it was because before she was helpless, but now she could have done it for herself. Or maybe, just maybe it was something more. When Jeanette was changing her diaper, she felt something she hadn’t in the past few weeks. She felt her mum.
Sarah shook herself again. Jeanette would be waiting for her so she had better hurry. She slipped on the new dress and grabbed the shoes she had worn yesterday. She made note to get different shoes with the rest of her possessions; the Marry Jane style shoes are much to formal. She gave a bit of a spin testing the length of the skirt and then with a satisfied smile hurried herself downstairs to leave with Aunt Jeanette.
The End of The Rediscovery of love and innocents – Chapter One.
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