2011

Everything would be too easy if Gabby was more self-aware 😛 The ideal situation might be a little more complex than that, though.     Act III 78. Early Morning As the sun crept over the horizon, Tess stirred slightly. She didn’t want to move yet. The room was warm, and the mattress was softer than any she’d ever felt before. She felt like she was nestling inside a giant marshmallow, or a pile of pillows, and she didn’t want to interrupt the bliss. She knew it wouldn’t last forever. Sooner or later her dad would call from the kitchen, or Stanley would give a sharp rap on the door and shout something completely ridiculous, delaying her breakfast until she could stop laughing. Staying here wouldn’t last forever either. She was only staying in this luxury apartment for a week, and she knew that every minute had to count. It had been good so far. When her parents announced they were moving on again, she had begged for a chance to stay in one place. Just like Stan had, ditching the world tour when he went to university four years ago. But three months in Gabby’s house seemed like a lifetime now, and it felt strange even to see her family. She hadn’t known how well she would adapt to San Lorenzo, but everything had gone so smoothly that the only surprises had been marvelling at the architecture, the sculptures, the pastel-painted houses, and the trees that seemed to turn every plaza into a tropical garden. There had been no stress, no difficulty talking to the locals even though she barely understood conversational Spanish and hadn’t spoken either Arabic or Greek in more than five years. When she arrived, she’d had 3 diapers in her bag. Just in case, just for the nights. She had worried a little about disposing of them without her family knowing, but it turned out to be no difficulty at all. She had found a place where she could buy more, but then decided against it. She didn’t need them now; it seemed that settling the hidden tension between her and Gabby a week before had removed whatever hidden stress had been causing her problem. No more worries, no more problem. She had worn them for the first few nights, until she knew for sure that her bedwetting days were gone for good. Now she had nothing more stressful in her life than walking around a surprisingly-warm park, browsing the boutiques of an unfamiliar city, and an annual excuse to catch up with her big brother. “Ahoooooy happy campers, up and at ‘em! Come on come on come on, me lads, those badgers won’t tickle themselves!” Stanley’s voice echoed through the apartment, presumably right on schedule. Tess giggled as she drifted out of a sleepy daze of dreams and memories, and then pushed back on the uniquely soft mattress in an attempt to sit up straight. She was finally awake, glancing around a room that had been hastily decorated with ornaments suitable for a teen girl’s room – based on a dozen different definitions of what a teen girl might like, or how old she was – in a last minute effort to make it feel less like an impersonal hotel room before she arrived. And then Tess finally realised what had been nagging at the edge of her subconscious since the first tickle of wakefulness intruded on her dreams. Three things, in fact. Firstly, it was already light outside. She had managed to sleep in this morning, after quite a late night. The habit of early rising had finally been broken. Secondly, she saw the old-fashioned desk calendar propped up opposite, and realised that today was Christmas Day. She didn’t know what the plans would be, whether her parents would stick to their family traditions or adopt some elements from the local culture, but she was excited to see. And finally– “Hell no!” Tess shrieked in despair, unable to believe what she was feeling. Despite all the comfort, and the relaxation she was getting from this vacation, she had wet the bed again. And this morning that was a real problem, because she had run out of diapers the night before last. She’d been so sure, after more than a week without any suggestion of an accident, that she no longer needed that kind of help. She couldn’t stand thinking that she had been so wrong. And more, she couldn’t stand that her parents would find out. She would have to hide it somehow, find an opportunity to do her laundry before tonight. If the family were going out, she was sure she could manufacture an excuse to be the last one– “What’s wrong?” The door opened, completely derailing Tess’s train of thought, and Stanley was standing right there in the doorway. It was just a fraction of a second before he recovered his composure and averted his eyes, realising that he shouldn’t be bursting into his sister’s room now they were no longer children. He hadn’t seen anything had he? “Stanley!” Their mothers voice echoed around the apartment, conveying her whole mood in two short syllables. Tess knew what her expression would be before she appeared in the doorway, and she could probably also have guessed that one hand would be grabbing Stanley’s chaotic shock of red hair as he stared fixedly at the bedroom ceiling. “You do not invade a lady’s bedroom uninvited!” “But she screamed!” he protested, and then screamed himself as he was dragged backwards, out of sight. “I was worried.” “Well, that’s a noble impulse, but there’s nothing to stop you calling back to ask if she’s okay. Or waiting for a woman to check on her. Now, Tess, honey. What’s worrying– oh.” Tess just froze, not sure what she could possibly say now. She was still under a heavy duvet, but for some reason the duvets here were exactly the same width as the beds. With her legs bunched up beneath, there was a clear expanse of mattress visible on either side, and nothing to hide the spreading puddle she was sitting in. “Honey, are you okay? Come on, let’s get you a shower. We’ll get someone to clean up in here.” “I’m okay,” she said. “I can take care of it myself. I just…” “Nonsense. We have a maid here, young lady. We are paying her double time today specifically so that we don’t have to do anything resembling household chores on a holiday, and she’s a sikh or something so she has absolutely no qualms about the season.” She turned her head and shouted down the hallway: “Erico! Lift out that fancy festive dress we got for Tess, fresh towels on the rail, and get the shower warming up.” Tess didn’t quite catch the response, but she was sure that things were getting done. She would go into the bathroom and find the shower already set to a perfect temperature given the temperature and humidity today. Her parents weren’t the type to depend on domestic servants for everything, but in places where it was considered common they would enjoy making sure that everything was done perfectly. And she was sure that now she was no longer living with them, she would be treated like a VIP on every occasion. Her mum was going to ensure that everything was done right, paying attention to every detail, to demonstrate her reliability. It was something she didn’t even need to think about, and one of the qualities that Tess admired the most. She nodded, and shuffled nervously forward. There was a wet patch on her pyjamas as well, of course. She wasn’t even wearing her own, but a silk pair an embroidered border of dancing reindeer. It was like staying in the very best of hotels, with everything provided. “Oh, yes. I’ll give you some privacy to get changed. Just put a robe on until you get to the bathroom. Leave your pyjamas on the bed, Erico will deal with them.” And she closed the door, as if there was nothing else that needed saying. Tess was still blushing furiously, but she did as she had been instructed. She would rather have been the one in charge, making the decisions and solving her own problems, but she could appreciate that sometimes it was comforting for everything to be dealt with. It was going to be an unusual occurrence now, for somebody else to deal with everything, and she promised herself that she would appreciate the effort her parents were making to ensure she was comfortable. The shower, as expected, was hot but not too hot. The bathrobe, and the towels, were both warm and fluffy. Almost as thick as the carpets here, which was really saying something. After a half hour and some fragrant lavender soap, she was feeling as confident as ever. The clothes set out for her were embarrassing, of course, but in exactly the right way. The skirt had altogether too much tulle for her tastes, and verged on looking like it was made from candy. The top half, at least, was moderately formal. Awful formalwear for Christmas, however, had long been a family tradition. It had started years before, when Stanley had chosen the least appropriate tux possible to rebel against the requirement to wear one for a party hosted by some local dignitary in a country that Tess no longer remembered the name of. Somehow they had started doing something similar every year, and she knew that there was no point objecting now. It was something they still had in common, something to bring the family back together after leading very different lives for several months. It wasn’t until she got back to the guest room where she was staying that she remembered why she had needed the shower in the first place. The floral scent of the shampoo, and the sheer luxury that this place foisted on foreign visitors, had pushed everything else out of her mind. There was nothing she could see. No smell. No obvious sign that anything had happened, save freshly pressed sheets turned down so neatly that the unseen Erico could well have used a ruler. The room was immaculate, and even Erminetrude was neatly arranged on the pillow. She gave the orange plush ferret a little pat on the head. It wasn’t something she’d intended to bring with her; it seemed one toy and a pacifier had been swept up in the mad dash of packing on the day she’d left Palmerston. But after it had travelled so far to stay with her, she had felt that it was only fitting to give this ferret a name. “It was just a one off,” she whispered to herself, wishing that she could believe it. “I… stayed up too late. Slept in too late. Drank too much. It won’t happen again.” When she walked into the dining room, the rest of the family were already there. They all greeted her with a smile, and nobody said anything about her little accident. She was glad of that at least, but she found it hard to meet anyone’s gaze, and couldn’t help blushing as she thought about it. She was supposed to be an adult now, not a baby. She would be finishing high school in a little over a year, and she needed to show them that she could look after herself. “Morning, Tess!” Her father greeted her with a wave. Breakfast was set out in a dozen dishes down the middle of the table, so she helped herself to toast, bacon, scrambled eggs, mushrooms, and the strange purple jelly that her mum had said was plum marmalade, a local delicacy. “Morning,” she replied as she filled her plate. Stanley was already eating his, and all of their plates were full. No cereal here; apparently it wasn’t readily available, but she’d already got used to a hot breakfast in her time with Gabby. “I was starting to think you were staying in bed for the day. Did you sleep well?” “Sorry,” she mumbled, and paid close attention to the food on her plate. But she still saw the glance between her parents. Dad didn’t know why she’d needed a shower first thing in the morning; Mum hadn’t told him. And that made it just a little easier to talk normally. The conversation was all small talk then, and joking. They talked about how their lives were going; especially Stanley, who was always doing something new. Tess didn’t need to say anything that would embarrass her, and it seemed that her parents didn’t mind not knowing too much about her current problems. Or perhaps they thought that she wasn’t used to drinking, and a festive glass of whiskey the night before (another Lorenzine tradition)had been responsible. They had no way to know she even had a problem, except for one night, and she thought it would be best to keep it that way.

**Update**   My wife decided I needed to be punished again, so here I am, padded, punished, enslaved by her, and writing this post. (And loving every second of it!) Glad I didn’t purge 😂

After several days where I needed to do pushies to go potty in my diapie, this morning was a very nice relaxed moment as I messed my diaper. I am starting the week with MESSY MONDAY MORNING in a wet and poopie Seni Quatro diaper. Heat wave coming this week to match the squishy heat wave in my diaper. Stay hydrated and that means more wet and more frequent diapie changies.

I would love to hear more about Tom,s diaper , and baby treatment .

Great chapter . Harley ......is she coming back .....It might be time for skills as a baby sitter ...I do not know if I trust her