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By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
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By Little Sherri · Posted
In my opinion, a pacifier is more "babyish", I guess - there is a bit of an arms race among parents of young kids, to wean them off of pacifiers, both because of social pressure, and also, out of a belief that they are bad for kids' teeth. But they can't take your thumb away! So, older kids with pacifiers are a less common sight, whereas older kids sucking their thumbs - by which I mean, 3 - 5 year-olds - would not be that uncommon. Kids older than that probably do it, but they don't do it publicly anymore, because they're old enough to be aware that it looks juvenile. Although a properly-sized pacifier typically does not present as much potential for dental malformation, as a thumb. But parents often don't upsize pacifiers, because of the desire to wean kids off of them, and a short teat puts more pressure on the front teeth. I've been using correctly-sized, adult pacifiers overnight for about 8 years, and have not noticed any dental changes, and my dentist has never said a word. -
By Victoria Green Books · Posted
Chapter 9 I showed up in front of her apartment early. I wasn’t early by much—five minutes, maybe—but enough to pace the sidewalk, pretending I wasn’t psyching myself up for a job interview or a courtroom cross-examination. Just a conversation. That’s what I told myself. I was an adult. So was she. We could have a calm, rational conversation and part on good terms. I reached out to knock on her door and paused. I’d bitten my nails down to the quick. She’d notice when we started the lessons. Chastise me. More crap about my body being a temple and all that. No. No, she won’t lecture. Because we aren’t going to do the lesson. Or have tea. Or anything involving the D-word. Absolutely nothing that would let her suck me into her vortex of control and shame and simmering desire. I knocked. “Come in,” she called through the door. She looked up from the piano bench when I walked in, the usual warm smile starting to form—then freezing, just a little, when she saw my face. I didn’t sit. “We need to talk.” “Of course. Let me fix some tea, and we can--” “No tea. I won’t be staying long.” Her eyes grew wide. Her gaze flicked down to my pants. She sighed and closed the music folder. “Alright, well, at least let me get a puppy pad to put on the couch, since you’re not taking your incontinence seriously. I need to protect my furniture, you know.” I swallowed. “This can’t keep going on.” “I know last practice was challenging, but you’re showing real progress.” “You know what I mean.” Her smile faded, but not in a dramatic way. Just a soft erasure of expression. She folded her hands on her lap. “Say it.” I hesitated. “I’m done. With the lessons. With… all of it. The whole dynamic, whatever this is.” Hope nodded once, like I’d just reported the weather. “Because?” I laughed. “Are you for real? Because it’s messed up.” I said. “Because it’s not right. I’m not a baby. And you’re not—whatever this is. It’s unhealthy.” Still, she didn’t react. Not angry. Not hurt. She just watched me. The metronome tick-tick-ticked in the background. “You’re scared,” she said finally. “I’m not scared.” “You’re scared that I’ll tell someone.” I froze. Hope stood slowly, smoothing her skirt. She didn’t come closer, didn’t crowd me. She just moved to the coffee table where we set our tea, or cookies when she made them. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I’ve never wanted to hurt you.” “Then why do you keep doing this crap?” I asked. “Why do you keep pulling me back into it?” She tilted her head, considering. “You think I’m pulling you?” I opened my mouth. Closed it. “You lied about wetting yourself because you were afraid of getting caught drinking alcohol. At church, no less. And instead of just admitting the truth, you came to me.” My stomach flipped. “What? I wasn’t drinking alcohol.” She tilted her head to the side. “Thomas. Lying again? I smelled it on your breath the moment you walked into the nursery. Then I found the Communion cups and confirmed it.” She wrinkled her nose. I felt myself slump. “You…then why?” I asked. “Why offer the diaper?” “I wanted to make it easy on you. Offer an alternative I thought you’d immediately reject. I was surprised when you took me up on it. I had no idea you were so entrenched in your life of sin.” I laughed. “Life of sin? I didn’t have a choice. You’d have told the elders. The pastor. My mother.” She nodded. “I considered it.” Her eyes met mine, steady. “But then you came back. Again. And again. You let me help. You let me change your diapers. Wipe you. Powder your tush. You asked for it, Thomas. You begged, sometimes.” “That’s not—” I started. She stepped closer now. Just a little. “Did you forget about the night you stayed late?” Her voice was soft. “You said you had a headache. I made you tea. You curled up on the couch, and when I checked you, you were soaked. And… excited.” I flinched. Hope didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to. “You moaned when I wiped you. Do you remember that part?” My face burned. “Stop.” She reached into her tote bag and pulled out a plastic-wrapped diaper. Not the usual kind. Thicker. Babyish. Printed with soft pastel animals. “I ordered these special,” she said, almost reverently. “Thought they’d be better for overnight.” I stepped back like she’d pulled a weapon. “You want me to go along with this? Like this is normal? Like this isn’t completely insane?” “No,” she said. “I want you to stop fighting what you already are. A little boy in need of guidance. Nurturing. Discipline.” She held the diaper out. “Here, you can hold it. See how soft it is?” “I’m not—” My voice cracked. “This isn’t me. I’m not your… I’m not your project.” She blinked slowly. “Of course you’re not a project. You’re someone I care about. Deeply.” “This isn’t care. This is control.” Hope’s voice dropped even lower. “Would it be so bad if someone did take you by the hand and guide you?” I wanted to scream. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to take the diaper and throw it across the room. But I didn’t do any of that. I just stood there. “Say you don’t want this,” Hope said. “Right now. Tell me diapers don’t make you feel safe. That I don’t make you feel safe. Or wanted. Or—” she stepped closer— “seen.” My throat closed. She watched me for a long, quiet beat. Then she set the diaper down on the edge of the piano and stepped away. “If you’re done,” she said, “you’re done. I won’t stop you.” I stared. “No more lessons,” she said. “No more help. No more… anything. If Amanda is what you want, then go be with her.” She looked up at me with a smile that wasn’t quite kind. “But if something goes wrong at that horrid concert… if you need help… really need it…” Her eyes flicked to the diaper. Back to me. “Call me.” My voice was a whisper. “You think I will.” She shrugged. “I think you don’t know what you want. But I know what you need.” I turned and walked out before she could say anything else. -
Maddie was completely embarrassed and scared about how that happened, why there was that bathroom there, and why there was a diaper bag that looked like it belonged to a child because it was Pampers. She felt a chill on her legs and said, "Hey, why did you do that? Who do you think you are? It's just soda, I didn't have an accident!"
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