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Chapter 3: Stepping Out

 

I stood in front of the hallway mirror, adjusting a button-down shirt  I hadn’t worn in a very long time. The house felt eerily quiet without Abby's music or the constant buzz of her phone notifications. Emily appeared behind me, already dressed in a sleek black dress that made her look years younger.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said, adjusting the collar of my shirt, straightening the back and settling the wayward collar points into place.

I hesitated, torn between accepting her help and asserting my independence. "I've got it, Em," I said, perhaps a bit too sharply.

She raised an eyebrow but stepped back. "Jeez, relax. Just trying to help."

I immediately felt a pang of guilt. "Sorry, I just... I can do it."

Emily smiled softly, that motherly look in her eyes that both comforted and frustrated me. "I know you can, honey. You ready to go?"

As we stepped out into the warm evening air, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was our first real night out as empty nesters, a chance to rediscover ourselves as a couple rather than just parents.

The restaurant was one of those trendy new places downtown, all exposed brick and Edison bulbs. As we settled into our seats, I couldn't help but feel slightly out of place. The other diners seemed younger, hipper, more at ease in this environment.

“Well, this is... nice," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

Emily reached across the table, patting my hand. "It's okay if you're not comfortable, Greg. We can go somewhere else if you'd prefer." 

I bristled slightly at her tone. There it was again, that hint of motherly concern that both soothed and irked me. "No, no, this is fine," I insisted. "I'm just saying, it's been a while since we've been out like this."

We perused the menu, filled with items I could barely pronounce. "Quinoa? Acai? When did food start sounding like incantations?" I mused.  “I think these were spells in Abby’s boy wizard books.”

Emily chuckled, but I caught a hint of exasperation in her voice. "It's called being cultured, Greg. Here, let me help you pick something."

As she leaned over to point out dishes on my menu, I found myself torn between appreciating her help and wanting to assert my independence. I was a grown man, for crying out loud. I could order my own damn dinner.

The waiter approached, a young man with carefully styled hair and a hipster beard. "Good evening, folks. Can I start you off with some drinks?"

I glanced at Emily, raising an eyebrow. "What do you say, Em? Shall we live dangerously?"

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, why not? It's not like we have to rush home to relieve the babysitter anymore."

As the evening progressed, we laughed and talked, sharing stories and dreams. On the surface, it was everything I had hoped our first night as empty nesters would be. But underneath, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were both trying too hard, performing the roles of a carefree couple rather than truly inhabiting them.

Midway through the meal, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The beer was going right through me, and I was debating whether to excuse myself to the restroom. Emily, ever observant, noticed my discomfort.

"Greg, honey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

I nodded, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... you know."

Emily leaned in, lowering her voice. "Do you need to use the restroom?"

I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "Emily!" I hissed, glancing around to see if anyone had overheard. "I'm not five years old. I can handle my own... bathroom needs."    

She held up her hands defensively. "I'm just trying to help. You looked uncomfortable."

I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Excuse me," I muttered, making my way to the restroom.

As I stood at the urinal, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, Emily's concern was touching. She cared about me and wanted to make sure I was comfortable. But on the other hand, her motherly tone made me feel small. I was her husband, not her child. Didn't she see that?

When I returned to the table, Emily was sipping her wine, a look of concern on her face. "Everything okay?" she asked.

I nodded, forcing a smile. "All good, babe. Now, where were we?"

As the night wore on, I found myself increasingly aware of the dichotomy in our relationship. Emily's nurturing nature, which had been such a comfort during our years of parenting, now felt stifling when it was directed full blast at me with no Abby to roll her eyes and deflect it. Yet part of me craved that affirmation, that unconditional love she offered so freely.

We finished our meal and stepped out into the warm night air. Emily linked her arm through mine, and I felt a surge of conflicting emotions - love, frustration, comfort, and a desperate desire to be seen as the man I wanted to be, not the child she sometimes treated me as.

"This was nice," Emily said, leaning her head on my shoulder. "We should do it more often."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. How could I explain the turmoil inside me? How could I tell her that I loved her motherly nature but also resented it? That I wanted her to see me as an equal, a partner, not someone to be coddled and cared for?

As we walked to the car, I made a silent vow to myself. I would find a way to bridge this gap, to be the strong, capable man I knew I could be while still accepting the love and care Emily offered. It wouldn't be easy, and it wouldn't happen overnight. But for the sake of our relationship, for the sake of this new chapter in our lives, I had to try.

As we drove home, the silence between us felt different - not uncomfortable, but full of potential. "Ready for bed?" Emily asked, stifling a yawn.

I nodded, squeezing her hand, my hopes that 'bed' meant what I thought it meant clear on my face and in my voice.  With a smile I replied, "Lead the way."

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Chapter 2: Moving Pictures

    “Dad, be careful!  A little more left!  Ok, up now…  wait!  Hold it there!”

    I grunted as the weight shifted above me.  Getting the loft up three flights of stairs was not supposed to be happening in 100-degree weather, but “someone” hadn’t considered the size of the elevator when I agreed that a loft in the college dorm room was a good idea.  That “someone” was now on the bottom end of three people trying to lift the heavy and awkward wooden structure up the twisting, unairconditioned stairs as the two people above me tried to learn geometry.  This was not working.

    Emily's calm voice cut through the tension. "Greg, breathe. We're almost there." Her steady presence, even in this chaos, reminded me why we'd been a team for so long.  Her tall body, fit from years of running, was as wet with sweat as I was as she pulled the top of the loft forward.  She tried to blow a loose strand of her brunette hair that had escaped from the ponytail off her face, but it fell right back over her nose.

    I gritted my teeth, suppressing a sarcastic retort. This was Abby's big day, after all. Instead, I managed to wheeze out, “You need to move the top towards the center and hold it so I can rotate my part around, “ I grunted.  “Just like we did every f-ing half-floor below,” I continued under my breath, gritting my teeth.  Finally, with a grunt and shove, and a little institutional-gray wall paint rubbed onto the stained wood, the loft made it to the top landing.

    “It’s going out of here through the window.”  I was exhausted.  This was the last piece, joining the boxes and suitcases and other loft parts that had made it up the elevator.  With all the freshmen moving in, the car was parked far away across hot blacktop.  “You owe me a beer.”

    “I can’t buy you a beer yet, Dad.”

    “It’s college, you’ll figure it out.”

    Abby gave a rare laugh, her I’m-A-Serious-College-Student demeanor that she had been cultivating seemingly since she was twelve cracking a little, and some of the fun-loving little girl that I knew was hiding in there, hidden from her parents during her teen years, showed through.  Between Emily, Abby, and I, we managed to heave the loft down the hallway and into her room.  I finally got a chance to sit down and rest.   

Emily, ever practical, was already moving on.  “Alright, let’s get the loft together and get you situated.  Our dinner reservation is in two hours, and we have a lot of work here…”  Always the one in control, Emily cut my break short, gesturing at the loft and the pile of boxes.  “Dad and I will get the loft together while you start putting stuff away, OK?  That way you know where everything is.”  Abby and I nodded, used to following Emily’s lead.

I found the bag of bolts and began assembling the legs and supports for the loft.  Soon we were all lifting the bed into place and the mattress from the college-supplied bed was on top, the metal frame broken down and shoved to the back of the closet to be replaced in the spring.  The loft loomed large in the small space, a towering structure that seemed to embody Abby's transition into adulthood.

"Well, that's the last of it," I panted, wiping sweat from my brow. "Your very own adult-sized treehouse, kiddo.  Don’t fall out."  I gave her a little smirk.

“It’s OK, Dad, I’ll get the sheets.”  While Abby didn’t actively tease me about my small stature anymore, she did still enjoy getting in a jab now and then to point out her twelve-inch height advantage on me.  An all-star middle on the volleyball team, she had definitely gotten her mom’s genes.   

“Here, put this on first.”  Emily reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a white square.  Pulling it from the package Emily handed Abby the waterproof mattress cover.  “You can just say that it’s because the mattress was yucky, or bedbugs, or whatever.”

Abby hesitated and then reached for the cover.  A flash of understanding passed between mother and daughter.  Abby felt the mattress cover, flexing it a little.  It was smooth, but not crinkly.  She quickly reached up much easier than I could have to slip the protective sheet on the mattress, and then hurriedly grabbed a fitted sheet and covered it.  “Thanks, Mom,” Abby said quickly in a quiet voice, turning to put more things away.  I didn’t say anything, but I was a little surprised.  I thought Abby’s ‘night problems’ had stopped some time ago.  Maybe they hadn’t.  It wasn’t something I talked to my 18-year-old daughter about; that was between her and her mother.

    The rest of the afternoon was a blur.  Unpacking, getting set, finding the dining hall, confirming that the student passes worked, barely making our dinner reservation, and then the goodbyes where everyone pretended that they weren’t crying as they gave quick hugs and kisses and went their separate ways.

    As Emily and I drove home, the car felt emptier than it ever had. Emily reached over and took my hand, her touch grounding me.  Four hours later, Emily and I crashed into our bed, exhausted.  The house seemed empty, even emptier than when Abby had been away at summer camp for a few weeks.  Emily pulled me in close, and I cuddled into the little-spoon position, feeling her ample breasts comfortably on my back as her arm over the top held me firmly.  Within minutes we were both asleep.

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This story is, of course, fiction.  The inspiration for this story is a real-life friend, going through a difficult time in his life, and some things he confided in me as he tried to figure his life out.  He is one of the very, very few people that know I wet the bed and wear diapers, I'm Brenda Waughy, Your Mommy 😘🍼🧷

 

Chapter 1: Prelude

Where the hell was that old cookware set?  Emily remembered throwing it down here when they moved in, but the pile of cardboard boxes that had stayed untouched in the back corner of the basement for the last twenty years was hiding it well.  A random box of her old college supplies, mixed in among so much other crap that they had promised to “get to” every spring since they had gotten married, bought their house, raised their daughter… it had been untouched for so long that now maybe Abby could make use of it as she moved into the dorm next month.     

Pushing aside boxes and digging deeper, she saw an old suitcase.  It was Greg’s, stickers from his European travels during college still plastered to the outside.  Attempting to move it aside, it was surprisingly heavy, and especially awkward as the plastic wheels fell apart from decay.  Curious, and her immediate quest momentarily forgotten, she pulled the suitcase out.  Popping the latches she opened it.   

Emily's fingers trembled as she lifted the first diaper from the suitcase, its plastic crinkled softly in the musty basement air. The flood of memories threatened to overwhelm her, but she forced herself to breathe deeply, steadying her racing heart. She glanced towards the basement stairs, half-expecting to hear Greg’s footsteps, but the house remained silent.

It was twenty-four years ago, back when they were just getting to know each other. They were sitting on the porch of his college apartment one warm summer evening, sipping an illicit glass of wine, when Greg had casually mentioned that he found comfort in wearing diapers. Emily had felt a strange mix of disbelief and concern swirling inside her.  She didn’t know what to do with it.  She remembered her dismissive reaction, laughing it off, saying it was just a phase. Greg had not brought it up again, and the conversation quickly moved on, aided by the still-new feeling of a little bit too much alcohol. Little did she know, that moment would embed itself in her mind, a memory she would suppress for more than two decades as they built their life and family together......

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Chapter 6

"Willy, now that we're done cleaning, how about you take Evelyn out for the day, you can use our car." Said Aunt Kathy.

She handed me the keys to her Ford Fusion, not a cool car but then it isn't something even less out of style. I though.

"Thank you! I said as did Evelyn.

We both showered and changed our clothes to something more appropriate for a date and not cleaning.

As I was in changing my clothes, Aunt Kathy came in. 

"Willy, I, a, think it would be better if you were both diapered for your date. Evelyn is already in her diapers. I know you won't touch her until she is older, but I'm not sure I trust her with you. She thinks you are just perfect!"

I knew from her tone  of voice, that she wasn't really asking me but telling me.

She got into my diaper drawer as I was calling it now. She oiled and powdered me up, then put my diapers on, she slid the plastic pants up and then I heard a distinct "click."

"What the heck was that Aunt Kathy?"

"That's the locking mechanism, John Jr. used to take his off so we got locking plastic panties for him. Don't worry, Evelyn has the same type that you have just as clear as your panties."

I was lucky that my Jean's fit over my diaper, just verily!

I met Evelyn in the hall she was in a dress it was just an inch or two above her knees. I had to admit her legs were shapely and she was hot!

"Wow! I said, you're beautiful!"

"Glad you finally noticed!" She said with a smile.

I took her to the car and being the gentleman I am I opened the door for her. Getting in her dress rode up and I saw that Aunt Kathy was right. Evelyn was diapered just like I was.

After getting in I asked "Where the best place in town to get good food?" 

"Well, that all depends on how much you want to spend. There is Gerards, it's like $150 a plate! She said.

Then there is Applebee's, Red Lobster, and loads of McDonalds, KFC, Taco Bells."

"Red Lobster, where is it at?" I asked?

"It's the closest one, about 2 to 3 blocks away. She said

Turn left here. She said. Right on the next corner. We were there.

We went in and it wasn't very busy yet and were were in and out, still cost about $90.

We went another block or two and we were at the theater, this was in the opposite direction of the college.

We went in and she told me the movie she wanted to watch.

We got our popcorn, drinks and found our seats.

The movie hadn't started when two other girls came.

"Is this your boyfriend that you told us about Evelyn?" One of the girls asked?

"Yes Yolanda, yes Heather, this is Willy Sanders, we have been friends since I can remember!"

I thought they would move to another seat or two a ways away but they stayed. 

We sat there and soon the lights dimmed and the previews started they also had little trivia, some of it was just to easy like, "The line, Play it again Sam! came from which movie. "Casablanca!" I said. Twenty seconds later "Casablanca!" came up. 

They had another preview. Another trivia game came up. This time I didn't know it. I looked and all three girls were looking at me. The answer came up and it was some movie I was not familiar with it was Papillion or something like that.

Then the movie started, I was surprised Evelyn gave me her hand to hold in the dark. After the movie was going and she looked at he friends and they were engrossed in the movie. She moved her hand down and laid her hand and felt my diaper through my Levi's. The smile on her face said it all!

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Chapter 5

That evening at the dinner table. every time I looked up, Evelyn was staring at me. She would give me a smile when our eyes met. I would smile back.

The time came, time to get our diapers on.

I have and have not been dreading this all night.

Aunt Kathy took Evelyn and I and she cleaned us, powdered us up, then diapered us. Evelyn was  first. I stared up at the ceiling while Evelyn was diapered. When it was my turn, I looked and Evelyn had lifted her upper body up on an elbow. She was watching Aunt Kathy diaper me!

Aunt Kathy and Uncle John left the livingroom and Evelyn cam and put a hand on my diapered front. Being a guy and not knowing if she was going to squeeze me there or not, I grabbed her wrist and removed her hand.

"I can feel your man thing through your diaper!" Evelyn stated.

"Evelyn please don't touch me there,I, I am over 18 and what you want will get me thrown in prison. You are only 17 years old!" I said.

"I will be 18 in three months from today though!" She pleaded!

I started thinking, yep three more months.

"You can watch when mom diapers me, John Jr. used to."

"No I can't, Aunt Kathy would cut my testicles off and poke my eyes out"

Evelyn smiled and said "Yeah she would, wouldn't she! Willy just so you know I have always had a crush on you. I looked foreward to your visits here or ours to your place, they were always the best!"

"Don't tell anyone but I have always had a huge crush on you, you were always the most beautiful girl I knew by far!" I told her!

"You noticed me! With John Jr. being so sick, everybody seen him, I was an afterthought! You took me and I got to see you play football and play tag and other games John Jr. couldnt! The worst day of my life and the best was the day he died, does that make sense?"

"Evelyn believe it or not it does, I understand it. On one hand you lost your brother the only one you had, on the other people started seeing you, mainly Aunt Kathy and Uncle John!"

"That's it, that is exactly it! Thank You!"

Aunt Kathy came back, "What are you two up to, as if I didnt know! Did he kiss you Evelyn?" She asked?

I was shocked!

"No mom, he is 18 and scared of repercussions with the law, and you." Evelyn said.

"Me? Willy your mom and I we always thought you two would be perfect for each other!"

"You did?" We both said.

Neither one of had heard this theory before.

"Go ahead kiss her!" Aunt Kathy said.

At first I looked at Aunt Kathy like she had three heads.

I took Evelyn and I kissed her. I kissed her for another 10 seconds. Aunt Kathy had said "That's enough, that's enough" about 3 times.

We broke Evelyn had a huge smile on her face, "Wow, that was better than I imagined it would be!"

Aunt Kathy said "I guess I will have to keep an eye on you two!"

Evelyn went to her room and I went to mine.

Evelyn now knows how I feel about her! I though.

Aunt Kathy brought me a glass of warm milk.

She waited for the glass I drank it down.

20 minutes later the milk did it's job I fell asleep.

My dreams were of Evelyn and I getting married, it was heaven.

I awoke needing to pee like crazy!

I went to go to the toilet, dammit I was wearing a diaper, a cloth diaper. Even if I could get it off I could never get it back on again.

I looked at the clock 5:43, breakfast was almost an two hours and half away at 8:30am. No way I can last that that long! 

I remembered how disappointed Aunt Kathy was that I was dry yesterday. I started trying to wet the diaper, my toilet training was strong, my bladder wouldn't let a drop out. I wasn't peeing in a toilet. I got an Idea I went and stood in front of the toilet, I was good until I felt the warmness of my urine spreading inside my diaper. My brain said "Hey wait a minute it's not supposed to feel like this!" My bladder shut down again!

"I began to say it's okay I'm wetting my bed!"

My brain said "Is that all?" My flow started again. I was done and my brain said., "Hey wait a minute, were not a bedwetter!" If I hadn't of been done, I knew that a single drop wouldnt get out now! 

I went back to bed my penis was encased in a nice warm, but damp cocoon. That was my last thought before when my alarm went off and I got up to eat breakfast.

Aunt Kathy checked me and found me wet, I had to pee about 5:45am. She looked pleased and disappointed at the same time. 

After breakfast Evelyn and I were released from our diapers. With it being Saturday we cleaned the house top to bottom.

Evelyn and I had a few more opportunities to steal a few kisses.

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Chapter 4...

I went out learning the layout of Greenmore, the college was less than 3 blocks away. It took me less than 5 minutes walking there.

I also passed Ammon Grey High School. I was sure Evelyn went there.

I was 18, she turned 18 in about 4 months. Until then I needed to mind my P's & Q's as my dad used to tell me, what does that mean anyway?

I made it back to Aunt Kathy's house. She was just returning from her school, she tutored 3 or4 kids that were having problems doing their work. 

I'm not bragging but every year she has 3 or 4 kids she tutors, by the end of the year those kids have not only passed their classes but have surpassed several of their peers who were way ahead of them at one time!

I am a huge fan of Aunt Kathy, at one time I was one of those kids failing my classes, I'm ready for College now. 

We had Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for lunch. 

I went and watched some TV, one station played Dragnet, Adam 12, and Emergency. I always wanted to be a Fireman because of Emergency!

Today was the episode that they get their antique firetruck working  and were on their way to a parade when Roy and John come across a fire. At the end the front end of the building falls and lands on their fire truck ruining it. 

It was Friday my school started on Monday, I couldn't wait! I would have books to read, papers to write. The wait was killing me!

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Chapter 3...

Wearing diapers again was like uncomfortable.

I haven't wore them I thought since I was 3 years old, 15 years give or take a few months.

The weirdest thing was at about 4 years old I found my diapers I had been out of for over a year.

I figured out how to put them on and wore them, I guessed I missed them.

Here it was 14 years after that and I was to macho to be wearing a diaper!

But I still had the hots for Evelyn, I would walk through glass to get her.

If wearing a diaper is all I have to do, sign me up!

I thought you dummy you already are signed up! I smiled at my self.

Evelyn I thought, how would it be to be still wetting your bed at going on 18 years old?

I mean I thought most people stopped wetting their beds in their teens.

I used my phone and looked up Adult bedwetting.

Oh my gosh, I never knew that some kids, then teens, never grew out of bedwetting.

I just thought everybody outgrew it by about 15 years old.

But about 2-15% never stop wetting their beds.

Willy fell asleep and was awoke by Kathy.

Willy came down and Kathy checked his diaper.

"You're dry!" She said sounding almost disappointed.

I saw the disappointment and I thought I will try harder tonight!

Tonight?

I am not a bedwetter, never have been one.

Why would I start?

I think.

Because of the look that Kathy and Evelyn gave me, that's why!

But I don't want to be a bed wetter do I?

When I found my diapers and baby bottles, I wet them!

I missed being a baby.

Here I am diapered, and I didn't wet them.

Probably because I'm 18 not 4 now.

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Chapter 2...

I moved in John Jr's. room.

It was exactly the same as the last time l was here.

There was his nighttime oxygen concentrator, the pump that had gave his oxygen at night.

I started putting my clothes in the drawer.

the bottom drawer had cloth diapers, plastic pants, diaper pins, powders, and diaper creams.

Wonder why they hadn't removed them yet.

I just shoved my socks in with them.

I looked over the brochure that had the classes I planned to take for like the one hundredth and one time.

Aunt Kathy told me lunch was ready, Tomato Soup, and Grilled Cheese Sandwiches with Goldfishes.

"For some reason, mom had not fixed these for me in years!" I told Aunt Kathy!

"I know, I remember the last time I made these for you, Evelyn, and John Jr. You all told me how much you liked them!" Kathy said.

After lunch I laid on the bed, it crinkled!

I guess they still had John Jr's. plastic sheet on there, why it had been eight years since I had an accident and wet John's bed while asleep here with him. 

I wonder did Evelyn's bed still have the similar plastic sheet? 

I went to the toilet, I really did have to pee.

On the way back I checked out Evelyn's room.

Sure enough it was there, her sheets were in the washer, I guess.

The plastic sheet was there for everyone to see.

Evelyn was 17 a year younger than I, and from appearances still had a problem with bedwetting.

When we were younger we both had a crush on each other. 

I still had a thing for her, wonder did she still have a crush on me?

If so, what would her parents think about us dating?

I am 18 years old and she is 17, no way I want to spend time as a pedophile in prison.

I'm not stupid!

At 2:50pm Evelyn arrived home. 

She had a hug for me. 

No indication if she still had a crush on me or not. 

I did see her get clean sheets and go to her room.

She saw me and smiled.

She came out of her room and she started her homework, she asked me a question of math.

I had the same work at the end of May, I helped her find the answer on her own, I just helped her with how to find the solution.

Before we knew it.

Dinner was on and Aunt Kathy had made her Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo.

She knew I loved it about 8:00pm Aunt Kathy took me aside.

"Willy, your going to find out Evelyn still wets her bed.

If you didn't know in order for Evelyn to feel better about it we used to diaper John Jr.

Please don't tell another living soul about her bedwetting, she is kind of emberrased about it!

John Jr. let it slip and told on her about her bedwetting.

That's when we started diapering him as well.

Willy we know it's an odd request, but while you're here would you please be diapered at night?

It's just so that Evelyn will feel safe with you, with her secret." 

"Aunt Kathy, I have not had an accident in 8 years.

The last one was when we were 10 and I wet here!"

"Please Willy I'm begging you!" Aunt Kathy said

It went against everything I stood for. I am 18 for heck sakes! 

I still had a crush on Evelyn.

"Okay." I resigned myself.

I, was laid in the livingroom and Evelyn was brought in and Aunt Kathy diapered us both.

Right there on the floor. 

After Aunt Kathy and Uncle John left us, Evelyn came to me.

"Sorry for you getting the diaper treatment as well!"

She looked sorry!

She kissed me, something tells me she still has a thing for me!

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I had just turned 18 years old.

I was getting ready for my Freshman year of college.

I was accepted at State University in Greenmore.

It was a 3 1/2 drive there and back.

I wasn't looking foreward to driving 7 hours a day, just to go to school.

Mom's best friend Aunt Kathy, and Uncle John lived in Greenmore.

They were not really my Aunt  and Uncle.

Mom and Kathy were best friends from Grade School through mom's Sophomore year at State.

She met dad and the rest is history as the say, mom married dad the end of their Junior year.

Aunt Kathy married Uncle John what would of been my mom's and her Senior year.

Mom moved here and Aunt Kathy got a Masters Degree in Education. 

Mom had me, then about a year later, Aunt Kathy had Evelyn. 

Aunt Kathy about 9 months later had John Jr.

John Jr. was a preemie, he had always been a sickly kid, his lungs never developed enough. 

As a kid he had the little oxygen maker that he wore over his shoulder, with a nasal cannula up his nose.

Looked like one of those old guys with Emphysema.

John Jr. never got to be a real kid. 

He never got to play football, play tag, do anything a real kid got to do.

When we went there or they came here for a visit, I saw Evelyn, and John Jr. get diapers at night. 

I guess they both wet their beds, it was okay though, I had a huge crush on Evelyn!

She had to be the most beautiful girl I knew.

I was about 13 or 14 years old last we seen of each other. 

Aunt Kathy used to diaper them together, in the livingroom.

Evelyn was my dream girl when I discovered masturbation she was the one that I imagined.

I was going to move in with Aunt Kathy, Uncle John, and Evelyn.

John Jr. had died about a year and a half ago. 

He got the Covid and as sickly as he was lasted about 3 days before it killed him.

He was diagnosed on Friday afternoon and died early Monday morning.

It was more than his poor little body could endure.

I was offered his room to live in while I was going to school in Greenmore.

Mom and dad were not rich, so living with Aunt Kathy, Uncle John and Evelyn was a God send!

There was no way we could afford for me to stay at the dorms!

To be continued.....

[waughymommy]

MOTHER OR CHILD

Chapter 3

            “Heather, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up,” Jack said as he gently rubbed her back. Heather slowly came to. She realized she was sucking her thumb. She noticed the empty baby bottle lying on the bed and was shocked that she had switched to her thumb while she napped. The room was darker and she reckoned it was probably early evening.

            “There’s my baby girl. How was your nap sweetie?” Jack asked dotingly. Heather recoiled when as her brain registered who was sitting next to her. Her grogginess immediately turned to panic. She removed her thumb from her mouth and pulled the blanket up to her neck. Then she remembered that she was in a wet diaper. There was no escaping this situation. Jack noticed her panic and attempted to sooth her.

            Heather began to sob. “I’m so sorry Jack. I have never felt more embarrassed and I’m so sorry I kept this from you all these years. I understand if you don’t want me anymore.” Her sob grew more intense.

            “Quit that nonsense out right now. Leave you? Are you kidding me? Not in a million years. I will admit when I saw you this morning, I was shocked. I needed time to process it all which is why I called your mother to come look after you. But what I realized was how peaceful you looked. You have given me everything and been my rock. You have never wavered in your support and love for me and its time that I pay it back to you. Not to mention, you looked so damn cute,” Jack smiled as he finished the last sentence and tried to tickle her belly through the blanket.

            Heather looked up and saw the genuine love in his face. Her fears started to subside. She still felt embarrassed and had no desire to reveal the state of her diaper to him. But, then again, she probably didn’t have a choice in that matter.

            “So I have a proposition for you. You can become the baby you so clearly want to be. Now this would mean quitting your job and you would be a baby full time. What that means is that I will treat you just like a two-year-old. You will use your diaper. You would be fed, clothed and bathed like any toddler would be. I even want you to get in the habit of speaking like a child when you are at home. I would be your daddy. Now, whenever we are out, I will make sure that your outfits do not draw any unnecessary attention, but you will still be diapered. Your mother has already agreed to babysit you during the week while I’m at work. And I’ve already found some plans to build you some special furniture so that we can convert the den into a nursery. So how is this sounding?” Jack’s tone was serious, but gentle.

            Heather’s head started to spin. She had no idea what to say. She had so many questions, but she couldn’t utter a word.

            “I know the first question is whether or not we can afford to do this and the answer is yes. I ran through the budget and we will be just fine. The other thing of course to discuss is Amy,” Jack added. Heather’s eyes dimmed. She didn’t think it would be fair to subject her daughter to seeing her mother act like an infant. The offer Jack was making seemed like a dream, but could she ask that of her daughter?

            “You may be mad at me, but I called Amy on my way home and told her my proposal. Her words, not mine, ‘mom deserves all the happiness in the world and if this is what she needs, so be it.’ She asked me to tell you that she shouldn’t feel even the slightest bit of guilt or embarrassment because she loves you so much,” Jack said. “But what that means is that she will have authority over you and that includes diaper changes. I want you to think of her as your big sister. Since she knew that we were having this conversation tonight, she is staying over with a friend.” Jack added.

            Heather began to cry again. Jack seemed to have this all laid out. But was she ready to return to infancy? She would have no control, but how could she say no? It would be a major adjustment and the first weeks would be incredibly embarrassing.

            “So what do you say sweetheart?” Jack asked. Heather sat silent for a moment, but then she wiped her tears and looked up at Jack and replied, “Yes daddy.”

            “That’s my girl. So tomorrow, I want you to deliver your two-week notice. I know you are off this week, so you will complete the following week and that will be that. This will also give us time to get your nursery ready and transition to your new life. And one more thing. Tonight, I’m taking you out so that we can celebrate the start of this new chapter,” Jack said with exuberance in his voice.

            Heather smiled from ear to ear and wrapped her arms around her husband, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

            “Of course baby girl. But before we go out, we need to get you out of that wet diaper,” Jack whispered. Heather blushed. “You better get used to it sweetie, but tonight you can be a grown up,” Jack added.

            Jack pulled out some wipes and pulled the blanket offer her and examined the state of her diaper. “You really soaked this,” he chuckled. “Let me just clean you up little bit and then you can go get dressed.”

            “Um daddy?” Heather asked timidly.

            “Yes?” he said as he ripped open the tapes.

            “Um, can I wear a diaper underneath my clothes?” Jack just smiled. He tenderly changed her and patted her diapered bottom as she got up to get dressed. Jack had no clue when he woke up that morning that he would be changing diapers once again, but it was worth it to see his wife happy. Life was about to be a whole lot different.