Sissy Room

Looks like Arinae is going through a tough time at the moment. Bayla and Devri's relationship dynamic seems like a wedge at the moment. It seems she feels like the third wheel. Especially at a time where she's going to be requiring more attention. It looks like her incontinence is going to be getting significantly worse soon. Im hoping her relationship with Bayla will develop in a way that helps her accept her situation better. With Bayla being out of work, they can hopefully get closer. She can probably help her adjust to being a little, and maybe get her to transition to diapers. It's a easy to assume how any of us might react in that situation, but it would be hard to tell. I feel that in an inevitable situation like that, it would be better to wear diapers from the start. That way by the time its no longer a choice to wear them all the time, it's already normalized. Although for her there's reluctance, which is understandable.  Im glad to see you are back. Im hoping you are doing well.   

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@FretaBWet is correct, although it would be awesome if someone sold Kevlar diaper covers. Maybe for military use? I've been referring to them as "Kevlar" because they are metaphorically bulletproof, at least so far. @oznl had suggested them to me years ago, and I think Freta & her wife probably mentioned them as well, pointing out the frequent failure modes experienced by those who sleep solely in disposables. I had, for years, been extraordinarily fortunate in my experiences sleeping in disposables; for a long time, I didn't think I was "legitimately" sleep-wetting, because the habit of rolling over onto my back whenever the rains came, was engrained in me to the point that I assumed I was still waking up to do it, even if I had no recollection of doing so.  I had experienced a few inconveniences in my day, luckily always while sleeping in beds I owned, where maybe a folded waistband wicked into the sheets, or there was a spot of leakage. I knew cloth diapers were the most bulletproof option, but I didn't find them convenient, a lot of the time, because of the aftercare they entailed, which frequently ran up against my travel schedule. I hated leaving diapers in the laundry cycle that other people would have to deal with, but at the same time, a used cloth diaper waits for no man.  But, as I drifted further down the road of resolute sleep-wetting, the body count started to pile up; the first shot over the bow, was when I soaked the bed at a rented cottage with some friends, and had to do laundry at 4 AM, while trying not to wake up the kids, or anyone else. Thankfully, I was in my own bed, so my wife was not among the injured. At that point, I decided to wear plastic pants whenever I had plans to imbibe heroically, and not sleep at home. But then, the worst of all possible outcomes ensued - I was staying over at a good friend's house, and my diaper leaked catastrophically, and I basically had to cop to what happened, and ask him if I could use his laundry equipment, to clean up the mess. At least they had a mattress protector on, a holdover from a time when his kids had worn pull-ups, but still, the embarrassment radiation burns were searing.  The imitable Mr. Oznl again suggested the lined plastic pants, and this time, I didn't think twice. They have since saved my bacon a couple of times, and even when they weren't necessary, I still have a theory that they prevented leaks, by their very presence. I have a range of pry bars for work like flooring repairs or deck demolitions, that run from surgical and precise, and measured in centimetres, to your standard tools, all the way up to a 6-foot bar that could be used by the fire department, to open smashed cars. I don't need to use that one very often, but my theory is that the fact that it is with me, encourages materials to relent to lesser attempts at motivation. So it goes with the Kevlar plastic pants - leaks just don't bother trying. They know they can't win. 

It's a direct rip off of Pokémon. They were in limbo for a while due to a lawsuit over copyright infringement or something like that. But somehow the court said it was ok.

The conversation level between Jacob and Olivia is probably a little advanced, but, eh, it's a story. The science fair project described herein is based on a project one of my kids did at school after watching a Mythbusters episode.    Jacob’s Dilemma: Part Five  Jacob and Olivia continued in their usual school routine. They would eat lunch together, normally accompanied by Matt and David with others occasionally stopping by, and during recess, Olivia would sit and either read or talk to Jacob or, on the days Jacob played with his friends, watch whatever they were getting up to, occasionally jumping in to play. During school, Jacob and Olivia were really enjoying their special advanced class as they had the opportunity to do fun projects, select more of their own books, and even do some science experiments. To Matt and David, it sounded like more work, but Jacob and Olivia really enjoyed the class.  One subject that rarely came up in discussions was diapers. While Olivia had enjoyed spending time at Jacob’s house and wearing diapers, they did not hold the same fascination for her as for Jacob. While she and Jacob both still had some questions, Jacob really didn’t want to talk too much about it at school in case somebody overheard, and they had not had another occasion to spend time at one another’s house.   Olivia continued to wear pullups to school two or three days a week, but for the most no one really bugged her about it anymore. The few girls who had been really mean to her about wetting her pants last year and then about her pullups when they found about them discovered other targets when they realized that their taunts to Olivia were not only no longer causing her distress, but also that several fairly popular kids (i.e., David) would leap to her defense. All in all, things seemed to be going well, at least at school. As spring break approached, Jacob and Olivia were preparing to put the finishing touches on a science project they had been doing bits and pieces of since the fall semester. They had worked with their teacher to take samples of everyday objects from around the school like doorknobs, faucets, computer keyboards, and more, to see just how dirty they were. The GATE students were able to partner with students from a local university on their projects if they wanted to, which meant that Jacob and Olivia’s college partner was able to look at their petri dishes under a microscope at a lab at her school and provide actual testing to see what had grown. Both were very grossed out about what they found, and had started using a lot more hand sanitizer… Now the time had come to finish the final posterboard. The presentations and science fair was planned for the week before spring break; on the Friday before that, the plan was that Jacob would walk home with Olivia to work on their project.  Olivia had woken up excited that Jacob would be walking home with her today. When she had gotten dressed, she had figured that since Friday was normally an easy day, she would wear regular underwear instead of a pullup. The morning had gone as expected, and Olivia did not have any issues before lunch. After lunch, however, she was met with a bit of a disaster.  Olivia had grown accustomed to using one particular restroom at school during the planned break before going to GATE. On this day, however, the restroom was closed – there had been a toilet overflow. While she did walk to the other restroom with her class, Olivia could not make herself use it. This was the restroom where she had been mercilessly made fun the year before, and she always avoided it. When she opened the door, she felt her heart pounding and it became difficult to breathe. She immediately turned around and left the restroom and headed toward the GATE classroom. Jacob was already in the classroom and immediately noticed that Olivia seemed upset. He sat next to her and said, “is something wrong?” “It’s nothing. The bathroom was out of order.” “Do you need to go to the nurse?” It was his subtle way of asking if she had wet her pullup. “No – I’m not wearing that today.” “Oh – are you going to be ok?” “Yes. I’ll be fine.” Jacob figured there was more to the situation, but he didn’t want to push Olivia. He, too, had been looking forward to spending time together after school. GATE would be short today, and mainly he and Olivia were getting their materials together to take home where they would assemble their poster board. Olivia was distracted for the rest of class. For some reason, just opening the door to the restroom she had avoided all year brought back much of her previous insecurity. On top of that, she had really needed to use the bathroom and was now struggling to hold it in. The last thing she wanted was to have another accident at school, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask the teacher to go use the restroom. She managed to hold on until the final bell rang. Once dismissed, she and Jacob started the walk to her house, which normally only took about 15 minutes. As they started walking, Olivia was doing everything she could not to have an accident. Jacob noticed her stiff walk; after turning the corner towards Olivia’s house, he asked, “Are you going to be ok?” “I have to use the bathroom really bad.” “And you’re not wearing a pullup?” “No.” Jacob looked around and then said, “No one is around, you can just go if you need to.” “I don’t just have to pee.” “Oh. Should we speed up?” “If I walk any faster I don’t think I can hold it.” As they continued walking, Jacob was stealing glances at Olivia. He was a mix of emotions. On the one hand, he felt bad for Olivia. On the other, he was strangely excited at the prospect of her having an accident. Then he felt bad that he kind of wanted her to have an accident. Olivia really didn’t want to poop her pants, but she figured if anyone would understand, it was Jacob. As she thought about it, she wasn’t sure why she was worried about it. She had plenty of accidents, and her mom was rarely upset with her about it anymore. She even pooped her pants with some regularity, though since last fall it was normally in a pullup. Why was she still trying to hold it in when it hurt so bad? She had already felt a few spurts of pee escape, and it felt like her poop was starting to force its way out. Why keep fighting? She was almost home and would be able to change immediately.  Finally, she said, “I don’t think I can hold it anymore.” Jacob stood and watched in amazement as she bent over slightly with her hands on her knees. He watched as streaks of pee began running down her pants legs. He couldn’t help but stare as the back of her pants began to push out as Olivia pooped; though her pants were not particularly tight, her position made her accident obvious. It was all over in a few moments.  Jacob was fixated on Olivia’s pants; he snapped out of it once he realized she had stood up. While he noticed his heart racing, he also had a moment of chivalry. He’d been carrying his jacket and immediately handed it to Olivia and said, “tie this around your waste.” As she took the jacket, she saw how red Jacob’s face was. “Ok, but we’re almost to my house anyway.” “It’s just in case.” “Thank you.” While accidents for Olivia were hardly abnormal, she really hadn’t had many accidents in regular underwear of late. She had gotten good at going to the restroom on a schedule and knowing which days that would be a problem. If she had known about the bathroom situation at school, she would have just worn a pullup; she didn’t mind going in her pants so much when she was wearing protection. When she was trying to hold it in today, some of the same embarrassment she had felt at school that time she wet her pants at recess flooded back, especially as this was the first time that she had pooped her pants in front of someone since she was in pre-school. Once she had finished, however, she found that she wasn’t nearly as embarrassed as she expected to be. Afterall, she had not only seen Jacob in a diaper, she had seen him poop himself and he knew that she was no stranger to having accidents. For his part, Jacob couldn’t bring himself to say anything. They were almost to Olivia’s house when she finally said, “so I guess now we’ve both seen each other poop our pants.” Jacob swallowed and managed to quietly say, “yeah.” Now it was Olivia’s turn to worry about Jacob and begin to doubt herself, “Are you ok? Are you mad at me?” Jacob was anything but mad, “no! I’m not mad.” “Then what’s wrong?” “Promise you won’t be mad or think I’m weird?” They were now walking up Olivia’s sidewalk. “I won’t be mad.” “I liked watching you have an accident. I kind of wish it had been me.” “Ok, that is kind of weird. I don’t really like pooping my pants.” “I know it’s weird, but I told you I wouldn’t keep secrets.” Jacob stopped walking for a second. Olivia noticed and said, “what’s wrong? Is there something else?” Jacob hesitated, but went for it, “when I have an accident, I like it when my mom checks the back of my pants. Does your mom do that to you?” “Not really – I just tell her I had an accident and go change. Sometimes she helps me clean up." "Oh. I like it when my mom checks me – it makes me feel like a little kid." "Huh. I never thought about it." What Jacob really wanted to ask was if Olivia would let him check the back of her pants, but he thought he had pushed things pretty far already. And Olivia was opening the door anyway.     As they walked in, Olivia yelled, "Mom – Jacob and I are home!" Olivia's house had a small entryway that opened into the living room. The living room was large, with a door to the back porch. To the right was the wall of the garage and a breakfast nook connected to the kitchen. To the left was a hallway to the bedrooms. The kids heard Carolyn say hi from the kitchen nook. Following Olivia's lead, Jacob dropped his backpack by the coat rack in the entryway while Olivia hung up her coat, then untied Jacob's from her waste and hung it up as well. Jacob could see the outline of her mess as she walked toward the breakfast nook; Carolyn looked up and said, "how was school today?" "It was mostly ok, but the bathroom I liked was closed." Carolyn, now seeing her daughter's wet pants, noted, "And you had an accident. You didn't wear pullups today?" "I don't usually need to on Fridays, but the bathroom was out of order." "And there wasn't another one?" "They took us to the bathroom where Melanie was mean to me." This was the first time Jacob had heard Olivia refer to Melanie by name. He knew she was a popular girl who could be mean to others, but he didn't know she had been the girl who specifically bullied Olivia.  Carolyn's face softened. She said, "why don't you go clean up so you and Jacob can work on your project and then we can have dinner. The Cooks are going to pick Jacob up around 8:00." "Uh, mom, I pooped, too." Carolyn gave a soft laugh. "I can tell. Do you need help?" "No, I guess I just need a trash bag. I'll take a shower." "Ok – just let me know if you need something. Jacob, why don't you take the backpacks to the workroom?" The workroom was just an unused bedroom that had desks for both Carolyn and Olivia. It's where Jacob and Olivia normally did their homework when Jacob came over and where the supplies for their poster were located. It was connected to Olivia's room by a Jack and Jill bathroom – Carolyn's room was across the hall. Jacob followed Olivia down the hall; while she stopped in her room, he continued to the workroom. The bathroom door in the workroom was about halfway open when he entered the room; before he could move to close the door, he heard Olivia open the bathroom door on her side. She said, "I'll just be a few minutes. I don't think it's that bad."  "Do you normally clean up on your own?" "Yes, but the last few times this happened I was wearing a pullup. Mom helps if I ask." "How often do you poop your pants?" "I don't know. Not super often. Three or four times since Christmas." "Oh. And your mom doesn't get mad?" "Not really – she knows I don't do it on purpose." To this point, Jacob noticed that Olivia hadn't closed the bathroom door to the workroom. She was just talking to Jacob while she stood behind the door. Jacob wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.  "Uh, Olivia, do you want me to close the door?" "I don't really care. You've seen my wet pullups before and you know I pooped myself." Jacob didn't know what to do. Before he could say anything, he heard Olivia add, "crud – I forgot a trash bag. Can you go ask my mom for one?" Jacob quickly ran down the hall and said, "Mrs. Hamilton, I need a trash bag for Olivia." Carolyn looked up - "sure – let me grab one real quick." Carolyn went to the pantry and got a grocery sack and handed it to Jacob, saying. "Would you rather me take it?" "No, it's fine. I can take it." Olivia heard Jacob when he got back to the workroom and said, "Can you just hand it to me around the door?” The door was still about half open, and when Jacob went to hand her the bag, he caught sight of Olivia in the mirror. She had already removed her pants and was standing in just her pink underwear and a white undershirt. As she was standing in profile, Jacob could just see the lump in the back of her underwear.  She made eye contact with Jacob in the mirror. Jacob turned red and stammered "I'm so sorry!" Olivia just laughed and said, "you want to see my poopy underwear anyway." At that, she stepped around the door and turned with her back toward Jacob, stuck her butt out, and said, "you're so weird. But I like you." After standing there for a few seconds, she laughed again and closed the door. Jacob couldn't believe she had just shown him her messy underwear. The image of her sagging underwear was burned into his brain. After a few moments, he heard the toilet flush and the shower turn on.  At that, he finally sat down to wait for Olivia. He heard the shower turn off and some movement from the bathroom. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Olivia emerged in a large sweatshirt. When she sat down to join Jacob, he saw that she was wearing a pullup with nothing over it. Olivia, noticing Jacob's gaze, said, "you've seen my pullup and I've seen your diaper. This is how I like to do homework." With that, they got to work on their project. They had already planned exactly how they wanted it to look, so they started laying out the borders, pictures, and captions they had printed out at school. Before long, they were ready to glue everything down. For this part, they were planning to use rubber cement, but Olivia wasn't allowed to use it without her mom. She walked down the hall to the kitchen to ask for help.  Carolyn was a little surprised at her daughter's outfit. She couldn't see her pullup but knew by the sweatshirt she was wearing that she was probably in her now normal homework attire of just a pullup and shirt. As young as the kids were, she didn't think anything too inappropriate was going on, but she decided she needed to have a conversation with Olivia sooner rather than later about appropriate boundaries. They had also just started therapy at the same practice that Jacob used, though with a different counseling team. Carolyn thought this might be a good thing to discuss with them. All that aside, Carolyn followed Olivia back to the bedroom to see the kids' work. She couldn't help but be impressed by their entire project. They excitedly explained their research question, their methodology, and what all the pictures showed. It was clear that they had put in a lot of work and were interested in their findings, which their teacher had already told them were going to be shared with the school administration. Their teacher was going to advocate for the school to do a little extra cleaning in a few places in addition to placing more hand sanitizer dispensers in classrooms. Carolyn suggested a few small adjustments to the poster board, then helped the kids glue everything down. Once they were done, Carolyn told Olivia and Jacob that they could either play games in the workroom (which was also kind of a playroom) or watch tv in the living room while Carolyn finished dinner. Olivia immediately said, "I want to show Jacob that game you brought home for me." Carolyn smiled; she and Olivia often played board games as it was something that they used to do with Olivia's dad. She was glad to see her excitement in sharing a game with Jacob.     Once Carolyn left the room, Olivia got out the game and started setting it up. It wasn't terribly complicated, but it was a lot of fun. While they were playing, Jacob finally asked a few questions he had wanted to talk to Olivia about since she had stayed at his house.  "So, Olivia, are you wearing diapers to bed now?" "Yes; since we left your house that Saturday, I've worn them every night. They're way more comfortable than pullups at night." "What do you like about them?" "They don't leak. Mom had wanted me to try them, but I felt like a baby. I guess once I tried them at your house I decided they weren't a big deal. And you're one of the coolest people I know and you wear diapers so they can't be that bad." Jacob blushed and said, "I'm not cool. David and Matt are cool. And I know it's weird I like diapers." "I think you are just as cool as those two. And I like that you're weird. I'm weird too." Jacob sat for a moment then asked, "Does your mom put your diapers on you?" "Sometimes, but I'm fine doing it myself." "I like when my mom does it for me – I like how it makes me feel small. Do you ever feel like that?" "Not really – it's fine when my mom diapers me, but I just feel like me getting put in a diaper." "You don't feel like a little kid?" "Not really." "So do you like using your diapers and pullups? Before you said you kind of did." "It does feel kind of nice when I wet them. I don't really like to poop in them, but it does happen. I don't care as much as I used to, though." "That's good. Accidents happen." "That's what mom says. I just have some problems going to the bathroom. It used to really upset me, but it doesn't as much anymore." "Why not?" "Because I have friends who know and don't care." Olivia then got a big smile on her face, "but I think it's weird you like to see it." Jacob, yet again, blushed deeply. "I don't know why I like it. I like how it feels when I go in my diaper, and I guess I like how it looks when you do. I don't know why. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. You're just different. I am too, at least that's what they say at therapy. And that's ok." "They say that to me at therapy, too. It's still scary sometimes." "Yes, but at least we will be friends. You didn't even care when I pooped my pants today!" "And you didn't care when I pooped my diaper at my house." They finished their game just as Carolyn called them for dinner.      That evening when Maria came to pick up Jacob, Carolyn puller her aside for a moment and said, "I think we need to have another lunch and talk about our kids." Maria responded, "that sounds like a really good idea."