2011

Plastic pants are cheap and contain most of the smell while wearing.   Might be a good solution for you 

Currently in what I think is a MegaMax blue, though it might be a Kiddo Extreme Blue?  In any case, I wet it when I got back from moving my clothes from the washer to the dryer.  Not much else after that. I'm not liking this idea, but I may change before I go for my walk around 5, before church.  

Probably is.  Does look awfully thin to hold much if they're stuck as much as the American astronauts were on the space shuttle, or 8 hours in a spacesuit.

Anya was talking to her sister about acquiring a new little- she was quite excited, and her voice reflected it. The voice on the other end of the line was more subdued, but still mostly pleasant. After a couple of minutes, Anya finally hung up, and looked down at him with a soft smile. "My sister, Natalia, says she has some old things I can have for you. Clothes and toys and bottles and things like that." 

Chapter 8 – Clean It was cold outside and I wasn’t wearing much. I had been urged out of the house with nothing more than that what I had already been wearing. This was the second time that I left my house with nothing more on me than my keys and my phone. The woman guided me to her car. It was a big one, she walked close behind me and opened the passenger door for me. I had to get in and the car door was closed behind me. I felt like she didn’t trust me. Quickly she walked to the other side and climbed behind the wheel. She put her seatbelt on and started the car. She looked at me. I felt really uncomfortable. I had already pulled my feet from their shoes and pulled my knees up. My feet rested on the edge of the seat and I had folded my arms around my knees. “Please put your feet down and put your seatbelt on.” She said as if talking to a child. She kept looking at me while she waited until I complied and had done what she wanted. Only after I was securely strapped in, she pulled out of the parking space and started driving. I just sat in silence. The radio was playing softly and kept the awkward silence away. I closed my eyes and was thinking about what would happen if we got to Toms house. It seemed like Tom was not expecting me at all, and I only hoped he did want to see me. I had done things, and said things that he didn’t like, and I had made it clear that I didn’t want to see him again. That wasn’t long ago, but here I was, sitting in a car and being brought to Tom. I didn’t know what to expect, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood for talking, especially not with the woman next to me, and there wasn’t any other way to get to know what I was walking into, so I decided I would try to relax a bit. I opened my eyes and started to look outside. It was busy on the road and the drive would be a bit longer than last time with Andrew. From the corner of my eyes I tried to watch the woman who was driving. I think she was a little bit older than me, so probably the same age as Tom. She had a pretty face and didn’t wear a lot of make-up. She had highlighted her eyes a bit and had put on a subtle lipstick. She did wear nice, and shiny earrings and had a simple gold necklace around her neck. Her face and shoulders had been nicely tanned, making her look healthy, healthier than me I suppose. I think she noticed me looking at her and she looked back for a second. I immediately looked the other way, felt caught. I saw her smile when I dared to look at her again. “You don’t need to be nervous.” She said. “This may be a bit of a surprise for Tom, but it will be OK.” “What if… If he don’t want…” “I assure you that you are welcome. Are you afraid he is angry at you?” She asked and I nodded. “But… I don’t… This is all…” I mumbled. She laughed. “I know that he at least has one nice dress for you, and a pyjama. Yes, we are all dressed-up a bit. That is some sort of a tradition. It’s Christmas Eve and even if we spend it at someone’s house, we still like to put on some fancy clothes. We make the effort, because we don’t want it to be a regular night.” This just made me a bit more anxious. Everyone would be in an evening dress or business suit, and I would be in that awful dress, or maybe even in that pyjama. “At least you will have clean underwear.” She said and I knew what she meant by that. “I’m not a baby and I don’t need to wear a… a pull-up.” I snarled. “No, you don’t need to wear a pull-up. If you want I can help you with a diaper. You want that?” She laughed and mocked me playfully. I didn’t like it, but I knew that I would be in some kind of diaper tonight. I badly needed a shower and some clean clothes, and my underwear was most likely not up to par compared to the other guests. I looked away. I saw that we were getting closer and closer to the village Tom was living in. I would be glad to leave this car, but I feared getting into the house and meeting Tom. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t very nice of me.” She said. “I think I made it worse, but it will be all right. You don’t have to worry.” The rest of the drive we didn’t talk anymore. I listened to the Christmas carols on the radio and looked outside, recognizing the road and fearing we were so close now. Finally the car stopped in front of Tom’s house. There were already three other cars parked here and I even recognized Andrew’s car, the taxi that brought me here the first time. The woman switched the car off, opened her seatbelt and looked at me. I hadn’t moved yet and my seatbelt was still closed. I didn’t think I wanted to get out. I didn’t want to see Tom, and I didn’t want to find out how angry he was at me. It was the fear talking to me, of course, and now I was here I knew there wasn’t any other choice than to get out of the car and into the house. When the woman saw me opening the seatbelt, she got out of the car herself. She waited for me and locked the car as soon as I had closed the door. With a hand on my back she guided me to the back door. Nervously I looked through the windows of the house. I saw some people, and I saw a Christmas tree, and I saw some cheerful Christmas decorations, but I hadn’t seen Tom yet. I did hear laughter, and music, all the things you would expect at a party. A party I wasn’t invited for, and was definitively not dressed for. I shivered, but that might has well have been because of the cold. We walked fast, round the house, to the back door, and without knocking the woman opened it and we walked through. At first, nobody seemed to notice us. The woman took the lead and walked into the utility room, and we were not alone there. “Sophia? You’re here! Good, we thought you were stuck in traffic, or something.” I heard. It wasn’t Tom’s voice, and also not Andrew’s. I peeked around the woman’s back and looked straight into the eyes of a stranger. He was wearing a suit and a tie and his face turned white for a moment when he saw me. It took a few seconds before he realized who I was and then he laughed. “You picked up a stray?” He said. “So, that’s why you were late. Bold choice, Sophia, I bought him a nice bottle of Whisky.” The man hugged the woman who drove me here, and was apparently called Sophia. “Hi Danny, how are you?” I heard. I was still standing there, feeling totally out of place. They hugged for a few seconds. “Not too bad, and you?” I heard. The exchanged some pleasantries, before Danny started looking at me. Sophia stepped aside and I came into full view. I felt exposed and saw how he examined me from top to toe. He saw a frightened woman, with messy hair and stained clothes, and I wanted to run away. “Tom just ran to the neighbors. He forgot something, I don’t know what, but you know Tom, he knows everybody here and will solve it. He will be back in a minute.” I felt relieve, I didn’t need to meet Tom right now, even though I knew it was a temporary relieve. “OK, thanks.” She said to Danny, and then looked at me. “Let’s get you cleaned up then. You can leave your shoes over there.” Sophia said and pointed to a place next to the back door where I saw other boots and shoes. I walked back to the door and stepped out of my shoes. With my feet I pushed them aside. Sophia held her hand out for me. “Let’s get you cleaned-up.” She said and I knew I was expected to follow her. We walked out of the utility room, into the kitchen and I saw more people. They were all dressed as if they were going to a big party, or a wedding even, and I felt even more out of place in my dirty old clothes. I saw Sophia wave to people and I heard her great them by name. I didn’t look. I held my head low and looked at the floor. Sophia didn’t stop to say hello, but instead she let me to the stairs. She walked close behind me. I knew my way and stepped into the bathroom. Nothing changed since last time I was here, only the two packages with diapers and pull-ups had moved. For a moment I thought they had gone entirely, but I saw that they simply moved to the floor, out of the way. Tom probably thought they weren’t needed anymore. But they were needed, and I would be in a pull-up again. Or a diaper. Sophia followed me into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She walked past me and bent over the bath to the faucet. I immediately heard the water splashing into the bath. Sophia stood up again and looked at me. “If you undress, I can put your clothes in the washer and dryer. Maybe they’re clean when you want to go home, but I have my doubts these will come out entirely.” She pointed at some stains in my shirt that had indeed been there for a while. I didn’t want to undress in front of her, but that seemed to be what she wanted me to do. I reluctantly turned my back to her and lifted my short over my head. I wanted to throw it on the ground, but Sophia took it out of my hands. “I… Why… I can…” I stumbled. I wanted her to go, but she didn’t seem to want to leave. It seemed that she didn’t trust me to get into the bath. I quickly looked at the bath and now saw steam coming of the water that was coming out of the faucet. It looked like the water would be way too hot for me, but that was a problem for later. “Come on, don’t be shy. We’re both grownup women, or at least pretend to be.” She said, but I didn’t feel a grown-up at all. I hesitated, but decided that I wanted it to be over, and I wanted to be in the bath, cleaning myself, and after that hopefully I felt a little bit better at home between all the fancy people around. I knew I would never reach the standard of Sophia, as she was almost perfect. I was envious if her. Her length, her body, her breasts, they were all perfect. I felt jealous. I pulled down my pants and stepped out of them. I handed them to Sophia too, and now I was down to the last item. Most of the times, I didn’t wear bra’s at home, especially when I wasn’t planning of going out in public. So now I was naked, except for my panties. Right at that moment I heard a knock on the door and the door slightly opened. “What is happening here?” I heard. It was Tom’s voice. The door stayed mostly closed and Tom didn’t dare to peek in, but Sophia stepped backwards and opened the door completely. I was almost completely naked and I turned my back to the door and covered my breasts with my arms. I looked back to the door and saw Tom. We looked in each other’s eyes. I was almost naked. I saw him look at me, and I cried out in shame.