Descent into Diapers – Chapter Twelve
When Jen opened the door there were a few emotions that arose, but anger and being mad was not one of them. The first wave of emotions was a little bit of shock, not in the scents of ‘OMG, it’s a nursery,’ but more just shocked at how absent I needed to be to not realize my wife was remodeling a room in our house. I took a step inside while Jen and Jessica stayed at the doorway, the last time I remember being in this room was when the walls were white and full of boxes. The last thing Jen said something to me about this room was when she wanted to paint the walls before we set it up for whatever we wanted to turn it into. I should have known she already had plans set and in motion.
The next emotion that came bubbling up was a bit of fear, I knew Jen let me know of her intentions, but I did not realize that it would go this deep. What did Jen expect me to do, just come home and play baby? There was a crib big enough to challenge my escape, a changing table that was halfway stocked with my diaper, a rather cozy-looking rocking chair, and a small chest of toys in the corner. Looking at the closet, I can assume most of the babyish clothes that Jen has been getting have been hiding in there, or that chest of drawers that matched the crib and changing table.
The more I stood in the room and took in the sights the more I was able to process my reaction and take in the hard work that was done. I mean, Jen really outdid herself, other than the fact that I was standing in a size nursery, the blue ombre fading from light to dark was nearly picturesque. With the glow-in-the-dark stars on the dark blue ceiling, it was as if I was in one of my company jets flying above the clouds. The soft and fuzzy carpet that my bare feet were on was starting to feel more like clouds the more I stood there. There was also still so much room for activities in here, I wonder if Jen is done decorating.
Sure, Jen had a healthy level of babyish decorations, like my name in block letters above the crib and model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, flying through the nursery’s sky, but there was more to it. She added memories of us, moments of our journey together, captured in a timeless photo hung on the wall. This room was not just for me, Jen built this room for herself as much as she did for me. Jen is a Mommy at heart and yearns to take care of me, she reminds me all the time that I am her little boy.
I turned back around to Jen, she still looked like a bag of nerves. Yes, this room was a lot to take in and I was not ready for it but there was one important thing that I wanted to take care of first. “Mommy, please will you change me,” I said simply as I grabbed a clean diaper from the changing table.
Jen’s face softened to a gentle smile and with a loving voice she responded, “Of course baby, let’s get you freshened up.” I saw her confidence start to come back as she came over, picked me up, and placed me on the changing table. Sitting down in my dirty diaper was not a fun feeling, but I knew it was not going to last much longer. Jen guided me to lay down on the soft but firm padding on top of the changing table. I did not notice before, but the padding was covered in little clouds and airplanes to match the theme of the room, she really did go all out. The sound of Jen ripping the tapes off brought my attention back to her and just like before, she did not make one sour face while she quickly and expertly cleaned my mess up.
While Jen was busy with my lower half, I noticed Jessica snooping through the closet. I guess Jen must have been keeping in contact with her for a while, Jessica seemed to know quite a bit about our relationship and the dynamic that we have. I mean it doesn’t surprise me; they have been friends since college.
“You mind if have this,” Jen said as she gently started to grab the clean diaper I still had in my hands, bringing my attention back to her. I did not blush while Jen was changing me, why should I, she has been essentially doing it for years now, but it was a different feeling going from one diaper to another. I was starting to feel disconnected from my lower self, outside of me showering, Jen was now my keeper. Luckily, I knew that she loved me and would make sure all my needs were met. “There we go, all fresh and clean,” she said sweetly as she finished taping up my new diaper.
As Jen pulled me up to a sitting position, I felt the time was right for me to speak up and tell her what was weighing on my mind. “Mommy,” I said softly, asking for her attention.
“Yes, sweetie,” Jen said as she looked me in the eyes and started to pull my shirt off, leaving me in just a diaper.
I could not help but blush as Jessica walked up behind Jen, putting my new outfit down beside me. But I still had Jen’s attention, so I continued to what I wanted to say, “So . . . the essay I wrote, got me thinking.” I watched Jen grab the black onesie that was put beside me and start opening one end of it and proceeding to put it over my head, making me fish my arms through the sides. “Is there a way we can ease into the whole public diapering . . . thing?” I asked as confidently as I could.
Jen guided me back down on my back again, snap, snap, snap, snap. “Ok, I am listening,” Jen said as she pulled me back up to a sitting position again. She softly put her hands on my thighs and looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
With her undivided attention on me, I took a deep breath to settle my nerves and continued to explain, “I was just thinking, you don’t become potty trained overnight, you must train for it. Wouldn’t it be logical to do the same in reverse?” I saw the gears in her head turning, unlike her I was not good at reading others. “I am not trying to change the rules or anything or get out of diapers. I was just nearly thinking about reverse potty training . . .” I say, starting to ramble before I see Jen start to open her mouth.
“I hear what you are saying,” she said, stopping my rambling. “I should have thought of this before, but I guess I was a little excited and went too far too fast,” she continued with a smile. “What if we get you some pull-ups?”
“OK?” I said, paying attention to her idea, and asking her to elaborate. I wore pull-ups before to try and deal with my bedwetting, but they did not work for me, that is why Jen coaxed me to just start wearing diapers.
“When we are at home, safe and behind closed doors, you will stay in diapers. But when we go out and about, we can get you some pull-ups to wear and help get yourself comfortable in small ‘accidents’ before we graduate you with full-fledged diapers. I would also let you use the potty in public, only. . .” she said pausing, holding up her right index finger emphasizing the specific exception she was about to reveal. “. . . when you come to me, or your babysitter, for permission.” She only left a small pause to separate her exception with the reason, “This will allow you to work on trying to be confident in wearing and wetting your diapers in public.”
To be honest, I was a little shocked to hear her have a solution to the proposal so fast. Her idea essentially allowed me to use the potty in public, I don’t think I can pass this opportunity down. But I still had to ask, “I think that is a great compromise, but how did you think of it so fast?”
I just saw the sweet smile Jen seemed to reserve just for me before I heard her say, “To be honest, Charlie, I could not stop thinking about the other day. Let’s just say you and I are on the same wavelength.” After a small breath, I felt humility in her next words, “Will you forgive me for forcing you to wet your pants?” I could tell that she had a lot more she wanted to say but just could not form them into words. Jen has always been honest with me, sometimes a little coarse or blunt, but always honest and loving.
A smile crept to my face, I was never resentful of what happened, I would not have been in the situation if I had just trusted her in the first place. But I was glad to move past this, “There is nothing to forgive, Mommy,” I told her as I leaned into her, hugging her.
Jen hugged me back and whispered, “How did I ever find a wonderful person to share my life with.” After our small embrace, she went on to ask another question in about the same tone as before, “This was not meant to be sprung on you just yet, but I am curious to know.” Jen took a step back and started to wave her hands as if we were on a game show and she was presenting me with my grand prize bedroom, “What do you think?”
I glanced at Jessica, she was just standing there watching us interact with each other, I could tell she was still a little embarrassed for spilling the beans prematurely. “I am not going to lie; it is very overwhelming.” I started to say, looking back at Jen, and taking a breath to think of more words to say. “I love being your baby Mommy but don’t forget that I still need my big boy time. I have a hard time being ‘little’ and I know you say you see it, but I still don’t. But I do love the care and love you provide me, even though your mothering is rather frustrating at times,” I said with a small chuckle at the end. “But overall, I will say I am impressed, overwhelmed, but very impressed. Good job Mommy.”
Jen’s sweet smile just got bigger as she stepped back closer to me, taking my hands into hers. “Thanks for not overreacting, I know it’s a lot to take in,” she started to say, keeping eye contact with me, showing me how much she meant her words. “But this may be ‘your’ nursery, but I meant for this space to be just for us. A place where we can let the stress of the outside world just melt away.”
I finally heard Jessica say something since she blurted about the nursery, “Jennifer really does understand that you are not only ‘Baby’ but also her loving partner who has his own needs.” I saw Jessica hold up a black and grey short-sleeved button-up mechanic shirt in my size with ‘Mommies Mechanic’ embroidered where the name would go. “We both figured that you may need some adult time after the last couple of days,” Jesica said as she helped me put my new shirt over my onesie.
Once I got my shirt all buttoned up, I took a second to admire the comfortable fit, outside of it saying ‘Mommies Mechanic,’ it would be a perfect shirt to wear when I am working on my cars. I looked over at Jen and asked her, “Does this mean I can do my own thing today?”
“For a little bit, and not without some shorts to cover that cute little butt of yours,” Jen said as she started to grab the dark-colored shorts that matched my shirt. With a smile, Jen grabbed one of my hands and said, “You want to hop down so I can put these on.”
I did just that, once back on my own two feet I used Jen to balance myself as she insisted on helping me dress. I tried to button my fly on my own, but Jen’s hands were there doing it before I could do it myself. “Do we really have to go to your parents for dinner tonight?” I asked as I watched her grab a pair of socks from the top drawer of the chest of drawers.
“To be honest, I don’t think we could get out of it even if I wanted to,” Jen informed me as she shooed Jessica and me out of my nursery. Before I went downstairs, I took a hard look at the bedroom where Jen and I slept, was I going to be made to sleep in the crib now? Jen grabbed my hand to lead me down the stairs because my thoughts stopped me in my tracks. I went downstairs much like I did earlier, just in the opposite direction. “You want me to help you with your shoes?” she asked as she handed me a fresh pair of socks.
“No, thank you,” I said taking the sock from her. “Um, Mommy. Do I still get to sleep in the same room as you?” I asked with a bit of sorrow lingering on my face. I sat down by the door and started to put my socks and shoes on.
“Oh honey,” Jen said, as I watched her crouch down to watch me put my shoes on. “I don’t think I could sleep without you; the crib is there if you want to use it, but you are always welcome to sleep with me,” she said trying to ward off my sorrow. “But maybe we can see how comfy it is for a nap sometime?”
I was satisfied with her answer, though I was not going to be napping regardless of what anyone was thinking. With my shoes on and tied, I quickly got up and lunged at Jen, wrapped my arms around her, nearly knocking her over. “You are the best Mommy ever,” I told her. I felt Jen wrap her arms around me, picking me up as she started to stand and gain her balance from my surprise hug.
“You two are just too cute,” I heard from Jessica.
Jen made sure to have my feet on the floor before we let go of each other. “Go play, baby,” she said to me as she swatted my bottom playfully out the door.
I walked through the door with a smile on my face as I made my way to the garage door. I lifted the cover to the small keypad that sat by the garage door and mashed my six-digit code, making the garage open and revealing my brilliant blue sports car. “Let’s get your oil changed,” I told my car.
***
I shut the door behind Charlie, “Well that went rather well, considering everything,” I said to Jessica as well as myself.
“I am so sorry; I did not mean to reveal the nursery like I did. I did not realize you did not tell him,” Jessica said as I turned to face her. You could see the regret still painted on her face.
“To tell you the truth, I was not sure how I was going to tell him,” I told Jessica, trying to make her feel better. “Maybe it was a good thing it happened like it did?” I told her the truth; I did not know how to tell Charlie.
“I still feel bad, but thank you,” Jessica told me, “I’m not going to stay much longer, I still have chores around the house before the week starts. Thanks for breakfast, it was delicious, and let me know when you need me to babysit Shortcake out there.”
“Thanks for coming over, and I will definitely let you know when I need yah,” I responded as I watched her slip her shoes on. After slipping on my flip-flops, I followed her out the door and over to the driveway where her car was parked.
We both turned our heads to see what Charlie was getting into as the inside of the garage came into view. Charlie was working on lifting the front end of his car, and if I remember right, he wanted to change the oil or something in the car. “He doesn’t waste no time does he,” I heard Jessica say as she reached her car.
“Nope, always digging into something,” I said in response. “Well don’t be a stranger.” The engine of Jessica’s car started up, and soon after I saw her wave at Charlie, who I turned to see, and looked in our direction to see what was happening. I watched Charlie wave his already dirty hands back, the whole thing just made me smile. Jessica waved at me next before putting her car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
With Jessica gone, I turned to head back into the house, but not before I stopped in front of the garage. “Please don’t get too dirty, Charlie,” I told my husband, trying to make sure he heard me over the music that he had turned on.
“No promises, babe . . . shoot!” Charlie said before quickly popping his head around the front of the car, “Mommy, I meant to say Mommy.” I watch him stare at me to see my reaction to what he said.
I just grinned at shook my head at him as I held up one finger, signifying strike one, before walking to the front door. With Charlie out of sight, and probably back to getting dirty, I could only laugh at him. Once I was back inside, I slipped my flip-flops off and went into the kitchen to read the essay that Charlie had written.
If you just watched the interactions between Charlie and me you wouldn’t see it, but Charlie does have a way with words when he is around other people. The way he talks and articulates himself does stand out; you quickly realize why he has such a large network. The essay did not take long to read, but it did make me smile at the fact that I got him to think and remember, our dynamic demands both of us to be able to communicate with each other. I took the essay back into the office and put it in one of the files that I kept for him.
With Charlie out in the garage doing his own thing and Jessica gone, I had a little bit of time for myself. I pulled out my phone and saw four text messages from my mother, all asking if Charlie and I were coming to dinner. Instead of texting back I just pressed the call button and put the phone up to my ear.
“Good morning, Jennifer, about time I heard from you. Alice told me that your conversation with Little Charlie went well,” my mother said.
I rolled my eyes even though I knew she could not see them over the phone, “Good morning, Mother,” I simply said as I walked back into the kitchen, pulling down a cup with a lid and straw from the cabinet to fill up with water. “Yes, Charlie and I had a good conversation Friday. I assume Alice told you all about it?”
“She gave me the cliff notes, letting me know that you both let Little Charlie in on the fact that Nichola and I know about his diapers and your two’s whole dynamic you have going on.” Mother said in response, “But I just want to make sure, you two are coming to dinner tonight, right?”
With a heavy sigh I told her, “Yes Mom, we are coming. Just. . . don’t go overboard and smother him.” I balanced the phone between my shoulder and my ear to free both hands so I could secure the lid on Charlie’s cup. Satisfied, I grab my phone again and use my free hand to snag Charlie’s cup before heading to the door leading to the garage from the house.
I heard my mother gasp before saying, “Smother him? I have never smothered my little Charlie; he is too small and fragile. Speaking of which, you need to feed him more, he is way too small and skinny.”
“Hold on Mom,” I told her as I pinned my phone back between my shoulder and ear, freeing up a hand to open the door leading to the garage. I quickly set Charlie’s cup on the workbench, “Charlie, I brought you something to drink,” I hollered over the music before retreating into the house.
“Thanks,” I heard Charlie yell just before I closed the door.
“Mom, you still there?” I ask, resecuring the phone in my hand, walking over to the kitchen island to sit and finish my phone call.
“What was that racket?” my mother asked, responding to my question.
“Charlie is changing the oil in the sports car and had his music playing in the garage,” I informed Mom.
“You still let him drive that big car? That thing has too much power for that little boy, why don’t you get him a small little roadster, one with a little engine,” my mother said in a nagging tone.
“Mother, he may be my little boy, but he is a full-grown man. And if you think I can get him to part with that car, you are mistaken. Charlie and his friend Adam spent all last winter replacing a perfectly good turbo, with another one . . .” I started to inform her before she started to cut me off.
“You can call little Charlie anything you want dear, but he is not fully grown, he is stuck in a little boy body and needs to be treated as such. This Adam fella sounds like a bad influence, why are they replacing parts that are still good? That doesn’t make sense.” My mother interrupted in a rebuttal.
With a heavy sigh I went on to say, “Mom, I am not going to sit here and debate how I should treat Charlie. As for Adam, he is fine, they were friends long before I knew Charlie anyway. And if Charlie wants to replace parts in his car, he can, though I think he said it was a bigger turbo. Either way, we can talk more later, I will see you tonight. Goodbye Mom,” I said, trying to end a conversation that would never end.
“You could always come over early, honey, and I promise to not smother little Charlie. Though I don’t see where you got that notion Goodbye darling, see you soon.” my mother said, surprisingly ending our conversation.
I quickly ended the phone call, making sure to not leave any room for my mother to get another thought in her head to talk about. This dinner will be one to remember, I am sure of it.
***
I grabbed a shop towel to clean my hands as I looked over my car to admire my work. I was able to not only change my oil but also replace my front brakes before Jen popped her head in to tell me to find a stopping point. I walked over to turn my music off and tossed the shop towel in the bin to wash later. With a quick hand inspection, I got most of the dirt and grime off, though I will need to wash my hands to pass Jen’s clean hands of approval. I walked out of the garage, pressing the button on the keypad to close the garage door behind me.
Jen must have expected me because the front door opened as I reached it. I walked in, slipped my shoes off, and smiled at Jen, noticing a change in outfit since I last seen her. “Looking good, Mommy,” I told her honestly. One perk of dinner at the in-laws was being able to see Jen in a dress, though I knew I needed to change my outfit as well to match. It’s not that Jen did not like to wear dresses; her job was just more of a suit and pants kind of gig than anything. It is also good to note that Isabella, Jen’s mother, had a long-standing rule that Sunday dinners with family were to be a formal event and nagged every to wear semi-casual outfits. This just meant the men had to have a collared shirt and the women had to have a dress or skirt. Jen and I did try to make it every Sunday but sometimes our jobs just would not allow it.
“Baby, you are absolutely filthy,” Jen started to say bending down to my level. “You have dirt all over your face. No matter, I had a hunch you were not going to stay clean,” she said with a giggle.
I was listening to Jen as she hovered over to inspect me, but I was distracted by her beautiful figure supporting her red dress, it was mid-length with a V-neck and short sleeves. Jen even had her long brunette hair down, and with the way she was bending over it was flowing across her breasts, which made me mesmerized. “Sorry Mommy, nose itched,” I told her trying to make an excuse for my dirty face.
I heard Jen clear her thought, which brought my attention up to her eyes, “You know it’s rude to stare, baby,” she said amusingly. “Do not touch the walls but go upstairs into our bedroom and go directly to the bathroom, understand?” she instructed.
“Yes, ma’am,” I told her with a smile. I did what was told and trotted up the stairs and directly to the bathroom that was adjoined to our bedroom. I could feel Jen close behind me, though she did make a slight detour before joining me in the bathroom. When she finally joined me in the bathroom, I got bombarded with a baby wipe to the face. I did my best to hold still but I still found myself squirming away.
“Hold still, honey,” Jen told me as she tried to get that last bit of dirt from my face. “There, your face is clean, but you still reek of motor oil and dirt,” she told me as I found her undressing me. Jen had my shirt off first, then she had me step out of my shorts, and then she reached between my legs and undid the snaps to my onesie, bringing it up and over my head. “Take a quick shower for me, baby, get all that dirt and grime off,” Jen said as she ripped the tapes off my diaper, letting it splat on the floor. “You did a good number on that diaper of yours, good job.” It’s still hard for me not to blush when I get praised for something so juvenile, but I knew better than to apologize for it. I was about to say something, but I quickly got turned about and playfully swatted on my bare cheeks. “Go get cleaned up,” she said, leaving me to shower alone.
I tried not to dilly-dally, using some good soap I was able to wash away the dirt. I lathered up a second time though with a different soap so I would smell fresh with a hint of pine. Satisfied, I turned off the shower and stepped out, snagging the towel that Jen had sitting out for me. After getting dry I left the towel to fall to the floor so it could soak up the puddle I made from stepping out of the shower. I went ahead and took the time to brush my teeth, apply deodorant, and spritz a hint of cologne on that Jen got me.
I poked my head into the bedroom, wondering where Jen was hiding. I was honestly surprised she was not buzzing around me already, trying to dress me. Normally I would dress myself, but with the new rules, I knew I was not getting away without getting a diaper on first and speaking of which. I think I knew where my ‘Mommy’ was at. Naked as the day I was born, I made my way out of our room, down the hall, and into the nursery Jen put together. “Found you,” I said as I spotted her rummaging through the closet.
Jen turned her head spotting me standing in the doorway. “Look at you, all squeaky clean,” she said as she made her way over to me, holding” some clothing in her arms. “Is that the cologne I got you?”
“Yup, I wanted to smell nice for you Mommy,” I told her as I watched her set the clothes on one end of the changing table before picking me up and laying me down on it as well. I felt Jen’s eyes quickly inspect my handy work to make sure I was as clean as I smelled before she reached for a fresh diaper and quickly diapered me, leaving my quickly rising manhood secure in my thickly padded undergarment.
I saw a smile creep up on Jen’s face before she said, “I see someone is in good spirits.” I don’t know why her comment made me turn as red as her dress, but I tried to hide my embarrassment. I mean we are married and have a healthy adult relationship. I was brought out of my thoughts quickly when I heard her say, “Aww, don’t be shy honey, I am flattered to make you happy,” she said pulling me up in the seated position. I just smiled back at her as she kissed me and proceeded to dress me.
Jen had me in a plain white onesie, with my light blue button-up shirt and a new pair of steal grey slacks. I did have a black bet to style with, but we did decide to forgo the tie. Before we left the nursery, she grabbed an extra diaper and followed me to the stairs.
“Go ahead, sweetie, head downstairs and put your shoes on. I need to grab your diaper bag out of the bedroom reel quick,” she said leaving to descend the stairs alone.
I felt good, I was dressed nicely, close to what I wear to work, and I felt normal. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. If I can at least get used to using my diapers in public. I just sat down on the couch to put my shoes on when I saw Jen come down the stairs carrying my baby blue backpack she used as my diaper bag.
“If you want, we can stop and get you some pull-ups on the way to Mom’s house,” Jen told me as she slipped on her nice flats and grabbed her purse.
“Will I get to wear them at dinner tonight,” I tried asking, fearing I knew the answer already.
I saw Jen glance at me as I stood up and strained my trousers before following her out the door. “Sorry, baby, but Mom’s house is not public,” she simply said.
“Worth a shot, I guess,” I said in reply to her denial. We both hopped in Jen’s SUV and buckled up. Jen set my diaper bag on the floorboard at my feet and her purse tucked out of the way.
Jen put the vehicle in gear and looked at me before she started to drive, “Do you want to go get Lady Frankie really quick before we take off,” she asked, referring to my stuffed bunny, “You left her sitting in the office.”
“No thank you, I will be ok,” I told her, hiding the slight embarrassment of being asked if I needed my stuffie. She only left a brief pause before she took my word that I would be ok and proceeded to start our journey towards the in-laws.
The End of Descent into Diapers – Chapter Twelve.
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