Diaper References

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Chapter 44: More Mashed Potatoes, Please! My eyes squinted open at a blinding light.  Then my mommy lifted me out of my crib and laid me down on the changing table. My mommy unzipped the pink footed sleeper with hearts on it and unsnapped the crotch buttons on my onesie. I was cranky.  I was still tired and I noticed something strange when I looked out the window.  It was still dark! “Mommy,” I fussed.  “The sun did not say hello yet!” My mommy nodded as she quickly peeled off both tabs that went to my soggy diaper.  After I shivered from a couple of baby wipes, she wiped some barrier cream all over below my waist.  She powdered a new nighttime diaper and then powdered me before folding the diaper between my legs and fastening it snugly. “Mommy!” I whined. My mommy sighed.  “Sorry Macy.  It’s very early in the morning and we’re going to grandma’s house for Thanksgiving.  You can sleep in the car.” “Nu…” I fussed as a baby.  “I wan my cwib!” But my mommy didn’t let me sleep in my crib.  Instead, she snapped my crotch buttons, rezipped my footed sleeper, and stuck a pink pacifier in my mouth.  My whining stopped and I felt better.  I…I…Getting sleepy… I woke up all buckled in my car seat.  Phoebe sat to the right of me, with Randy and Jake sitting in the row behind me. “We go tah gamma’s house?” Phoebe said with a smile. I nodded.  “Yeah!  We’re going to grandma’s and there’s going to be yummy food there!”  I found my pacifier on my lap and began to suck on it.  I then felt my diaper getting warm. I guess I feel asleep again because I heard Randy shouting. “Mom, it stinks!  I think Macy or Phoebe pooped!” “Ah pooped!”  Phoebe admitted.  “Mommy no let me use potty!” My mommy nodded.  “It’s because we’re on a car trip, honey.  We’ll let you use your big girl potty at grandma’s, okay?” We stopped at a gas station and mommy changed both me and Phoebe.  Mommy then needed to be in the bathroom by herself so daddy took us back to the car.  I wonder if mommy is changing her diaper? I was quite the sleepyhead!  Mommy unbuckled my car seat and carried me into the house while I sucked on my pacie.  Grandma looked happy and said “Ahhh…” while grandpa didn’t look too happy. “Six years old and you’re treating her like a baby?” Grandpa said with a sigh. My mommy didn’t respond to grandpa and took me toward the couch.  Daddy was carrying Phoebe before setting her down and letting her walk around grandma’s house. Mommy unzipped my diaper bag and lifted the dome cap off a baby bottle that was filled with apple juice.  She fed it to me while I laid in her lap and sucked down the juice.  As I did this, my diaper got warm again. “Ah wike juse!” I said, sounding more like a baby. Daddy brought in a bunch of toys and both my brother Randy and Jake helped him set my baby toys in the living room. I jumped off my mommy’s lap and crawled over to the toys.  I played with the pegs, but I couldn’t get any of them to fit in the holes.  The round one wouldn’t go down the square hole and the square one wouldn’t go down the round hole.  Why isn’t this working? Moments later, I saw Brian, Monica, and Lydia enter the house. To my surprise, Monica was dressed up in baby clothes.  She wore a babyish dress with snap buttons around the crotch.  I think that I saw a little bit of her diaper showing as she stood and smiled at me. Monica grinned.  “How’s baby Macy?” I giggled.  “Ah hah-pee it fanks-gih-ven!” Just then, I saw Aunt Helen approach Monica with a smile. “Having fun with your cousin?” Aunt Helen said with a smile.  “Just a second, sweetie.  Mommy needs to check your diaper.” At this, I gasped.  I almost forgot that Monica actually wears diapers now!  I guess that made sense since I just saw a little bit of her diaper a little while ago.  I watched as my Aunt Monica lifted up Monica’s dress to check her diaper like how my mommy checks mine.  Monica’s diaper looked like a much bigger Pampers but had a lion on it.  The colored strip was blue so I knew that Monica was wet and needed a new diapy. “Come with me, dear.” Aunt Helen said with a smile.  “Mommy needs to change you.  It will only take a second.  I promise, my sweetie pie.” Lydia, who was sitting on the couch smirked at Monica.  “Better hurry, mom.” She told her.  “The last couple times you didn’t, Baby Monica leaked!”  Lydia then glanced at Monica, pretending her finger was a pacie and bringing it close to her mouth.  “Can you believe it?  Almost one year and Monica is still not sick of her punishment!” I gasped.  “Punishment?  Why yul mommy punish her?” Lydia smiled at me.  “Macy, don’t you remember last year?  My big sister stole one of the Jennings Twins’ diapers and wore it.  Since then, my mom has been punishing her, making her wear diapers.  Since that didn’t work, she began to treat her like a baby.  And I just can’t believe it.  She just doesn’t want to act like a teenager anymore.  But that’s okay. I don’t mind having a little sister!” Brian looked up from his Nintendo Switch and smiled.  “Honestly, I don’t understand it myself.  But if Monica is into that kind of stuff, whatever.  If my big sis wants to be little, I guess we let her.” Lydia then smirked at Brian.  “And guess what?  Mom said that if Monica keeps acting like a baby into next year, then I get to babysit her after my 12th birthday!” Brian laughed.  “You babysit Monica?  That’s priceless.  It really should be the other way around.” Lydia nodded.  “I know.  But look at her!  Monica is just a baby!  She can’t take care of herself!  I mean, she seriously hasn’t dressed herself in the past year!  Mom has been dressing her, feeding her, changing her diapers, and doing everything for her.  I seriously think that Monica can’t take care of herself anymore.  But I think that she enjoys it so mom will never stop the punishment.” I then saw Randy and Jake enter the room, with Phoebe trailing behind her. “I use da potty all by mah self!” Phoebe announced. “Good job!” Randy said with a smile. “Wow!” Lydia said with a laugh.  “How old is Phoebe now?  Three?” “Almost.” Jake told her.  “Phoebe turns three in January.” “Maybe we should get Monica to use the potty.” Lydia said with a smile.  “Phoebe’s not even three and she’s acting older than my baby sister!” Brian nodded.  “Ironically, she’s the oldest.  But isn’t Macy the oldest sister?” Randy nodded.  “Yeah.  Macy is six now.  Six and still in diapers.” When my brother said this, I pouted.  “But ah wike mah dye-pahs!” Jake nodded.  “Just let her wear them, Randy.  Remember.  Macy wants to act like this, okay?” “Just like how Monica wants to act like a baby!” Lydia shouted. Phoebe walked up to me and gave me a serious stare.  “May-cee!  Do you hafta go potty?  Mah mee said big guls use dah potty!” “I no use potty!” I told Phoebe.  “I use my diapy!” Phoebe then frowned.  “But mah-mee said dat baybees weor dye-pahs!  You wan tah bee baybee?” I nodded.  “Yah!  Ah bee baybee!” Phoebe then frowned at me, looking determined.  “But ah bee big gul May-cee!  Ah use potty!  Ah tell mahmee!” Jake smiled.  “That’s so cute!  Phoebe’s not even three and she understands.  She’s pretty smart!” Monica ran back into the living room in a fast sprint with a smile on her face. “Mommy change me!” Monica said with a big smile on her face. I then saw mommy enter the room.  She picked me up and cradled me in her arms. “I need to change you, dear.” Mommy said as she stuck a pacifier in my mouth.  “Plus I need to get you out of your pajamas.” I nodded as I glanced at my little sister, brothers, and cousins as I sucked on my pacie. Monica smiled as she held her pacie in her hands.  I then saw Lydia grab it from her and stick it in Monica’s mouth. As my mommy was carrying me into the bedroom, I think that my diaper was starting to get warm.  I know this since my mommy glanced at me and nodded. “You’re getting warm, sweetie.” My mommy said.  “Here.  Let’s get you changed and into a new outfit.  Okay?” I nodded, my pacie still in my mouth. “May-cee suck on pacie so she baybee!” Phoebe shouted. But as my mommy changed me, I began to blink my eyes up and down. “Yup.  It’s all blue.  You’re wet, Macy.  Time for another changie-poo!” When I opened my eyes, I saw myself laying in a faded pink onesie with strawberries on it.  Phoebe was laying next to me, also squinting her eyes as mommy was setting up the Pack N’ Play. “Are you both tired?” My mommy asked us.  “I don’t think either of you slept well in the car, so you’re both getting a short nap.  And Phoebe, since you’re taking a nap, you’re in a Pull-Up.  Try to stay dry, okay?” “Ah stay dwy!” Phoebe said with a nod. My mommy then patted me on the diaper and smiled.  “And Macy, I just changed you so you should be good for a while.” My mommy sat both me and Phoebe in the Pack N’ Play and kissed us both on the foreheads. “Have a nice nap, my sweeties!” My mommy said with a smile. I was so tired that I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. The next thing that I remembered was being picked up by my mommy. “Did you have a good nap, Macy?  Your twin cousins are here.” I then gasped.  Phoebe was gone!  Where is she?  “Wayor Fee-bee?” My mommy laughed as she held me in her arms.  “Phoebe’s already up, dear.  We just got her up just before you.  She used the potty again and is now playing with the kitchen in the living room.  Speaking of potty, I need to check your diaper, dear.” Mommy checked my diaper and nodded.  “Still mostly yellow.  I’ll give you another hour.  Let’s go see your twin cuzes!” I began to reach for my pacie but I couldn’t find it.  “Wan pah-see mah-mee!” I said, my eyes beginning to tear up. My mommy found my pacie laying on the blankets inside the Pack N’ Play.  She stuck it in my mouth and I sucked on it.  I then cooed and smiled. Mommy carried me outside the bedroom and I saw both of the twin cousins: Cousin Jill and cousin Jen.  I was very happy and I smiled.  “Cah-zun Jell!  Cah-zun Jahn!” I saw Jill gasp and whisper something to my mommy.  I couldn’t hear what it was since her whisper was too quiet. Mommy then whispered back to Jill.  What are they whispering?  Is it a secret?  I wanna know what it is! Mommy then carried me over to the couch, where all my baby toys were.  I returned to the stackable rings and giggled as I stacked the different colors on top of each other.  I did this for a while and then began to stack blocks before I moved on to the Lego Duplos.  I just mashed a bunch of colored bricks together and giggled, not knowing what creation I was making.  I just wanted to put all the Legos together! I was almost done, but my mommy spoiled my fun.  She picked me up and took me back to the bedroom. “Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!” I shouted in frustration. “What’s wrong, Macy?” My mommy said with a frown.  “Use your words, dear.” “Ah wanna pway wif wegos!” I shouted, as streams of tears flowed out of my eyes.  “AH WANNA PWAY WIF WEGOS!!!!!!” My mommy then made a loud “shhh” sound.  “Shhhhhhhhhh!!!!  Sweetheart, you can play after mommy changes you, okay?” But I wanted to play now!  “Nu!” I shouted.  “Ah pway now!” I was about to free myself from my mommy’s grip but she tightened it. “Listen to me,” my mommy said, her voice becoming more stern.  “I am going to change you and then you can play.  Or would you rather start acting like a big girl?  We can go and get the surgery and we can stop this whole baby charade.  So what is it going to be, Macy?” “Nuuuuu!!!” I shouted, not realizing that I was still sounding like a baby.  “Ah bee gud gul! Tange me an ah pway!” My mommy smiled as she began to give me soft love pats on my back.  “There we go.  Remember Macy.  Mommy letting you act like a baby is a privilege.  If you get bad grades and misbehave at school, we will stop the baby treatment at once.  But if you are a good girl, you can be a baby as long as you want to.  When you’re ready, just let mommy know.  Okay?” “Otayyyy….” I said as I wiped the remaining tears out of my eyes. Mommy laid me on the bed and unsnapped my onesie.  She quickly changed me into a new diaper since I was only wet and not poopy. Mommy then carried me all the way back to the living room and handed me my pacie.  I sucked on it and crawled on the ground, before standing up and running to my Legos.  I put the remaining Legos together and then smashed them all apart, giggling the whole time that I did this. I played for another hour, before my mommy picked me up and ruined my fun again. I was about to cry but I remembered what mommy said about taking my baby privileges away.  I decided to be a good girl and sucked on my pacifier while my mommy carried me to the kitchen, where she sat me in a booster cushion that sat on one of the chairs. Aunt Jane then began to tell us something bad that was happening to Uncle Raymond. “Everyone,” Aunt Jane began as she started to cry.  “Just yesterday, the doctor called and told us that the cancer is getting worse.  It has progressed to…stage 4!” I then saw Aunt Jane crying and my mommy starting to cry.  Aunt Helen was also crying too.  Whatever this cancer was, it wasn’t good since everyone was sad. I then saw Uncle Raymond start to cry.  “Everyone,” Uncle Raymond said while he cried.  “Yesterday, I smoked my very last cigarette…*cough* *cough* *hack* I could very well be too late, but I would like to apologize to the family to how rash I have been.  Dad, I’m sorry that I ever started smoking when I was 15.  I threw all of my cigarettes away.  All of the lighters, all of the ashtrays, all of the cartons and packs, all of the tobacco and materials to make the homemade ones…” Aunt Jane then hugged Uncle Raymond while she cried with him.  “He did.  They’re all in the trash bag.  We took them out of both cars and out of every hiding place.  Also…I will not be drinking any alcohol as I just went to the doctor.  My liver is not doing very well.  So if he’s quitting cigarettes, I’m quitting alcohol!” Aunt Jodie was also crying and she hugged Aunt Jane. Grandpa then thanked God for the food before we ate it.  He also thanked God for Uncle Raymond quitting smoking and Aunt Jane quitting drinking yucky beer. For dinner, I had vegetable soup.  Mommy fed me every spoonful since I would get soup all over my face if I did it myself. Phoebe on the other hand was feeding herself and only got soup on her face twice. Mommy also fed me a small salad.  I then heard someone farting which made me giggle. My daddy gasped.  He looked at mommy with a concerned look. Mommy then looked at everyone. Daddy then looked frustrated and stood up.  “Excuse me, everyone!  I have to go and change my 48-year-old wife!” My grandpa didn’t look very happy.  He sighed and looked at my mommy and daddy.  “How is this any different?  She’s been pooping herself since she was six years old!” Mommy didn’t like this so she gave my grandpa a grumpy face.  “Dad, stop it!” Daddy then hurried with mommy into the bedroom.  Uh oh!  I think my mommy pooped!  Does she need a new diaper? I then heard Jill say something to grandpa.  “Has it ever happened to any of you?  Last year, it happened to me at this same table.  Can you stop, grandpa?  Please?” Grandpa sighed at my cousin Jill.  “Jillian, you haven’t seen the half of it.  For 43 years, we have had to deal with Wendy wearing diapers.  Now if you understand anything about them, only two kinds of people wear diapers.  Babies and really old people.  Your aunt had a little bedwetting problem growing up and started to like them.  Because of this, it turned into a full-blown medical problem.  One that we could’ve prevented if we would’ve tried potty training Wendy earlier.” “We did!” My grandma said looking sad and frustrated.  “Every year since it first happened.  And what was the alternative?  Wendy was failing kindergarten and would’ve not have developed well if she didn’t have them.  You cannot argue with these results, Willy.  Straight A’s.  Realtor of the Year for five years in a row.  Those diapers gave her the confidence that she needed, honey.” My grandpa sighed.  “And they also created this embarrassing interruption to our meal.  Do you have any idea how much we spent on Wendy’s diapers over the years?” My grandma nodded.  “Yes, but look at the transformation in our daughter’s life.  She went from a very shy girl to a very bold and confident one.  Oh, the wonderful friends that she made and the success that she made for herself.  It’s a medical problem, dear.  One that Wendy will have for the rest of her life.” But my grandpa still wasn’t happy.  “But look at how all this has spread like a cancer.  Both of the twins wear diapers!  Our granddaughter wears them while our other granddaughter is using the potty!  And David, your oldest daughter wears them!” “So what?” My cousin Monica shouted.  “I like diapers, grandpa!  And go ahead and take away my pacie!  My mommy packed a lot more!” My grandpa then waved his hands looking all frustrated.  “See?  This whole family is under a curse!  All because of Wendy…” The bedroom door opened and mommy came back out.  She was probably in a fresh diapy since it didn’t smell as bad. “All because of me, dad?”  My mommy said, looking angry.  “Just what is your problem?  I wear diapers.  My twin nieces wear diapers.  My daughter wears diapers.  Yeah.  Phoebe still wears diapers but she’s on her way out from wearing them.  And my other niece wears diapers.  Just what problem do you have with diapers?  Would you rather just see us pee and poop and make a mess everywhere?  Diapers gave me the courage to stand up to the mean bullies that I had in school.  And now, they’re giving me the courage to stand up to you!  I broke out of my shell thanks to them.  Why are you treating them like a bad thing?  They prevent horrible messes from happening.  They’re convenient bathrooms and people like me need them for medical purposes every day.  And so what if we happen to like them?  What harm is there in that?  Leave them all alone about this, dad.  I will wear my diapers proudly until the day I die!” I smiled.  If my mommy is happy wearing diapers, so am I!  “Ah weor dye-pahs too, mah-mee!” I then saw my grandpa getting up and sighing.  “Enough.  If it’s a diaper party you want, then it’s a diaper party you’ll get.  I’m going to bed.  Good night.” Grandpa walked out of the kitchen without finishing his soup. “Hey grandpa!” Lydia shouted.  “I wanna wear diapers too!”  She then spoke quietly to all of us.  “Just kidding!  But wouldn’t it be funny if I wanted to?” My mommy sighed.  “I’ll talk to dad a little later.  But really, he’s been doing this my whole life.  And now he thinks that it’s spreading like a virus?  You all better be careful, because you all might end up liking diapers!” My Uncle David then smirked.  “Oh!  I think I’m starting to like them!” “Me too!” my Aunt Helen said.  “Let’s go use Monica’s!  I brought plenty of diapers, dear!” Monica looked upset.  “You better not, mommy.” Aunt Helen looked at her and laughed.  “We’re all joking, dear.  Father-in-law needs to loosen up.” Mommy finished feeding me my salad and decided to let me eat dessert all by myself.  It was a gooey chocolate brownie which I got all over my face.  My mommy ended up having to wipe my face clean with a wet paper towel. After dinner, mommy carried me into the living room while Phoebe followed both me and mommy. Phoebe wanted me to play kitchen with her so I did, but I ended up getting the toy food scattered all over the place. “Nooooo!” Phoebe shouted.  “Dats not how yoo pway kitchen!  Ah show yoo da wight way!” I smiled, realizing that I was becoming the little sister while Phoebe was becoming my big sister. After that, I wanted Phoebe to play with my toys. But as we began to stack the blocks, my mommy took Phoebe to the bathroom so that she could use the potty like a big girl. I saw both of my twin cousins holding the Nintendo Switches that my brothers Randy and Jake played.  When I saw them, I sat my blocks down and smiled.  “Cah-zins!” Cousin Jill sighed.  “Can you talk to your cousin like a big girl?  Like when you go to school?”  Jill talked to me in a way that mommy usually talks to me. Because Jill wanted me to act like a big girl, I tried as hard as I could.  “Ah talk to you like a big girl!” I shouted. This made Jill smile.  “Much better, Macy.  Now, let’s talk!  I haven’t seen you in a year!” That’s when I remembered that Jill wears diapers, and her backpack was full of diapers!  I wonder if she has diapers in her backpack this year? I looked at her backpack.  “It got dye-pahs in it?” Jill nodded.  “Yes Macy! Do you wanna see?” I still couldn’t believe it.  But since I was still acting like a baby, I acted this way. “Cousin Jill wears diapers?” Jill nodded.  “I told you last year, but I will tell you again.  Because of a horrible accident, it made me incontinent.  I know that it’s a big word.  You probably don’t know what it means.” But I did know what incontinent means so I shook my head.  “In-cah-tah-nent!  I know!  It’s when your bladder is broken and doesn’t work.  Mine don’t work so I wear diapers!” My cousin Jen nodded.  “Yes.  And it can also affect your bowels as well.  Bowels are what hold poopies in!” I smiled and nodded.  “Yeah.  I can’t hold poopys either.  Can I see yul diapers?” Jill nodded and unzipped her backpack. I was really starting to get excited as I was about to see my cousin Jill’s diapers.  But wait!  I wanted her to see my diapers first!  I shook my head at Jill.  “Wait!  I show you mine!” I ran into the bedroom and saw mommy getting Phoebe ready for bed. My mommy smiled as I grabbed a stack of diapers.  “Macy dear, what are you doing with your diapers?” I smiled. “Ah wanna show Cah-zun Jell an Cah-zun Jahn mah dye-pahs!  Pease mommy?” My mommy smiled.  “Go ahead, sweetie.  I’m getting Phoebe ready for bed.” I nodded.  “They’re showing me dhere’s so ah show dem mine!” My mommy nodded as she began to put Phoebe in her nighttime diaper.  “That’s fine.  See you in a bit, dear.” I ran back out with my Pampers diapers.  “See?  Deese are mine!” Jill finished unzipping her purse and pulled out three enormous diapers.  They were soooooooo big and a couple of them had kitties on them.  One had zoo animals like the ones I saw last year. I glanced at the kitty diaper and gasped.  It was all pink and it had a girl holding a cute kitty!  “Yuls gots cute kitties and guls with dem!”  I then looked at the zoo animal diaper and was just as surprised.  “Dat one has lots of ana-mals!  Whoa…They are much bigger than mine.  I wan mommy to get me da kitty dye-pahs!” For some reason, Jen thought this was funny and she started laughing.  “They’re too big, Macy.  They’re not going to have them in your size.” So my mommy can’t get me kitty diapers because they’re too big?  Upon hearing this, I started crying.  I glanced at the kitty diapers which I hoped that mommy could get in my size. I pointed to the number on one of my diapers that was a 5.  “Mine is Size 5.  What yours?” Both Jill and Jen were happy when I asked this. “Ours is a Size 10,” Jen told me.  “That number is so big that they made it an M.” I tried to find the number that Jen was talking about but I couldn’t find anything.  I frowned, looking for the number 10.  “Wheors da numbah?” Jill was happy and smiled.  “The number is invisible so you can’t see it.” Okay!  That makes sense!  I wonder if my diapers also have invisible numbers? I then saw that Jen also had a backpack!  What’s inside hers?  “What in hah bak-pawk?” I asked her, still sounding a little like a baby. Jen unzipped her backpack and it was the same enormous diapers that Jill showed me.  I held them and saw two kitty diapers and one zoo animal diaper.  “Dhere same ones!” Jill nodded.  “Jen needs them too like me!” I gasped.  Wow!  So Jen also needs diapers?  “Jahn in-cah-tah-nent too?” Jen nodded with a smile.  “Oh yes!  Just like Jill!” I looked at the kitty diaper again, hoping that mommy could get them in my size.  “Kitty dye-pahs in my size?” Jill shook her head and was happy.  “No.  Cousin Jen already told you.  They’re too big!” No!  I want to wear those cute kitty diapers too!  I started crying and stomping my feet.  “Wan kitty dye-pahs!  Wan kitty dye-pahs!” The bedroom door opened and mommy picked me up.  “Oh, my Macy baby.  Are you tired?” I nodded and then remembered that my mommy attached my pacie to a ribbon.   I tugged the ribbon and put the pacie in my mouth.  I sucked on my pacie while my mommy bounced me up and down on her knees.  I giggled since I was very ticklish. Mommy then looked at me and sighed.  “Now what’s wrong, Macy?” I glanced at the backpacks that my twin cousins had and pouted.  “Wan kitty dye-pahs mommy…” My mommy sighed.  “Macy honey, they don’t make kitty diapers in your size.  But how would you like to watch Hello Kitty before bed?  Now there’s a cute kitty, honey!” Yay!  I haven’t seen Hello Kitty since I watched it a couple times with Trixie!  I nodded and smiled, now excited to watch Hello Kitty.  “Ah waatch hewwo keety!”  After that, I decided to become a cute little kitty myself.  So I made mew mew sounds and even purred. “Are you a kitty, Macy?” my mommy asked me.  “Here.  Let’s get you ready for bed and we can watch Hello Kitty, okay my baby?” I nodded as my mommy carried me out of the room.  I stopped making mew mew sounds and put my pacie in my mouth. Mommy gave me a quick shower and put me in my nighttime diaper.  She then put me in my strawberry onesie from earlier and then zipped me in some pink footed pajamas with cute kitty patterns on them. Mommy got out my iPad and laid me in my Pack N Play.  She found an episode of Hello Kitty that I haven’t seen before and I watched it until I got tired.  I think I fell asleep towards the middle since I don’t know how the episode ended. I then woke up and started crying.  “Wan baba!  Wan baba!  WAN BABA!  WAAAAAAN BAAAAAAAABAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” I kept crying until my mommy came in holding a baby bottle filled with milk.  Mommy then picked me up and stuck the bottle in my mouth.  I sucked down the bottle, feeling very happy. Shortly after I finished the bottle, I squinted my eyes a lot.  I thought of Hello Kitty before I fell asleep. Over the next day, I acted even more like a baby.  When cousin Jill and cousin Jen wanted me to talk like a big girl, I did.  But from what they told me, I was still talking like a baby.  For the rest of Thanksgiving weekend, I acted more like a two-year-old than a six-year-old.  Mommy didn’t mind at all.  She just held me in her lap while I sucked on my pacie. Thanksgiving dinner came that evening.  While there was turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and other food, what I really liked was the mashed potatoes.  Mommy decided to let me eat my mashed potatoes all by myself.  But when I grabbed the mashed potatoes with my hand, mommy decided to feed me instead. Mommy fed me all my mashed potatoes until they were gone. I glanced at the empty part of my plate where the mashed potatoes were and I looked at mommy with an expectant look. “Mo mawshed potatoes pease!” I said, now unable to tell if I sounded like a baby or a big girl. Mommy granted my request, and piled another small spoonful of mashed potatoes on my plate.  She fed it all to me and there was yummy dessert afterward.  Mommy fed me a small piece of pumpkin pie. The adults argued about other stuff, but I didn’t understand what they argued about.  I was just a baby, enjoying another fun Thanksgiving at my grandma’s house. Those mashed potatoes were now in my tummy.  I sat in my mommy’s lap while she fed me a baby bottle filled with warm milk.  The mashed potato pieces washed down my throat and I smiled, enjoying what was left of my favorite dish.

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I've been expecting a shipment of diapers - Crinklz Buccaneers which I've been looking forwards to, and another package of Abena L4.  One package arrived, and of course it's the Abenas!  They always ship in 2 separate packages so I'll just have to wait until tomorrow for my Buccaneers.  I had to really pee, so as soon as I got the Abena L4 taped on I let loose a flood.  Sitting in my recliner now on my washable waterproof chair pad, which I'm sure I'll need by the time I change diapers later. 

After breakfast, Emma travels to school and we find out what school is like when you are eighteen, but still have the coordination of a toddler. ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Right, I need to get going.” Dad said as he finally folded his newspaper up. For the first time that morning I saw my Dad’s face. Unlike Mom his face was sharp, and he had piercing eyes that seemed to look right through you. He stood up and put the paper down. After kissing Mom on the cheek, he rubbed Ollie’s hair and then left. I didn’t get a special goodbye but that was nothing unusual, I was Mom’s responsibility. I knew for a fact that dad would’ve preferred that I had been born a boy. I ate my breakfast in silence as I did every morning. I tried to avoid looking at Ollie whenever possible, as my brother he knew where my weak points were and how to most effectively annoy me. He knew how much I was desperate to be independent and given the same opportunities which is why he spent mealtimes trying to catch my eye and quietly make fun of me. A baby bottle was handed to me as I finished the last of my breakfast. I clutched it with both hands as I held it up to my mouth, it was the safest way for me to drink without dropping what I was holding. Once the bottle was drained and I had lowered it back to the tray I let out a loud burp. I thought I’d done a good job not making a mess but as mom wiped my face with a wet cloth and then removed by bib, I saw that plenty of food had missed my mouth. I tried not to pout. “Alright, come on, we don’t want you to be late for the bus.” Mom said as she unlocked the tray and let me slip out of my toddler chair, “Come on Emma, we don’t have all day.” I saw that Ollie was a little slower than me to get up. He didn’t get hurried up like I did though. He was sixteen years old and considered a man of the house. My mom was as wary of upsetting him as she way my father. It looked pretty pathetic to me, a mother so worried about what her teenage son thought. I understood it though, I suspect if Ollie wanted, he could bend mom over and spank her right there at the table. It was all part of “coming of age” for a young man. I knew Dad would support it if he found out. Would treat it as a moment where Ollie became a man, probably take him out for a beer or something. Mom was a whirlwind of motion as she got things ready for my brother and me. Lunches were handed out and put in bags, books were checked and double-checked, my diaper was pressed against me to make sure I didn’t need another change and then we were sent out the front door. It was always quite eerie to go from the noises and motion of the house to suddenly standing outside. Everything was calm and serene out there. The sun was shining but there was still a slight chill in the breeze that rustled the leaves on the tree in a front yard. “Come on, baby.” Ollie said to me as he led the way down the garden path. Like I said before, Ollie knew how to strike a nerve. I wouldn’t describe him as a bully or anything like that, he was just a brother who was given free rein to annoy me knowing I would get in trouble if I retaliated. We walked to the bus stop that was at the end of the street. There were a few other students already there, mostly boys. Ollie walked over to some friends, and I hung back just waiting for the bus. It felt like I had to mentally prepare for the day. I had to do this every morning. To say I didn’t enjoy school was an understatement, mostly because for me it felt pointless, there was no career waiting for me at the end of it all. When the bus pulled up to the curb, I was the last to get on. I stood next to the driver and looked down the rows of seats. The differences between the two genders here was more obvious than anywhere else. The boys were dressed in their usual polo shirts, sports jerseys and whatever else they wanted; the girls on the other hand looked, in my opinion, ridiculous. All the girls were dressed in clothes the boys left behind as toddlers. Shortalls, skirtalls, onesies, very frilly dresses, Mary Jane shoes, hair in pigtails… This was the fashion for women of all ages. I, of course, was dressed no differently but I seemed to be one of the few who hated it. I walked down the aisle between the seats. I saw some boys doing last minute homework, whether on their own or copying from a friend, I looked down at the sums one boy was doing and almost felt my head spin. Whatever he was working out was a long way from the times tables that were drilled into my head during what passed for our math classes. At the back of the bus, I saw some boys and girls making out. They had no shame that they were doing so in public, but it wasn’t an unusual sight. Many boys and girls got married right after graduating high school, I knew a few of the kissing couples were already engaged. It was considered desirable to get married as quickly as possible if you were a girl so you could start having kids and supporting your husband. As far as I could tell the only benefit to getting married would be my potential potty training, though I hated to have such a thing reliant on a man. As I dropped into an empty seat next to a girl in a class several grades below my own, I felt disgust towards my fellow girls. I looked over my shoulder again at the kissing couples and my eyes focused on two people in particular. A guy who seemed to be the same age as me was sat down with a girl I knew to be in my grade sitting on his lap facing him. Her dress had been pulled up and the boy’s hands almost looked like they created a seat as they groped her diaper. The girl didn’t seem to care though, she was giggling and constantly leaning forwards for more kisses. All my thoughts towards such a display were negative. Didn’t that girl have any self-respect? I sat in silence for the whole bus journey. Every school day started with this resentment burning at my centre. I was surrounded by boys who would have careers I wanted and girls that were seemingly happy to be second class. I felt very much on my own. I hated my diapers, I hated my place in society, but most of all I hated that I had almost no hope of escaping my station. Only a few girls ever managed to break the chains and reach an equal status to the boys. The most frustrating thing was I knew I was smart enough to do it, but there was nothing I could do about my damned coordination. How I desperately wished I had been born a guy, to have the opportunities I deserved. When the bus finally stopped outside my school, I was one of the last to get up. I watched girl’s giggling as they walked down the aisles to the doors at the front, I saw boys unashamedly reach forward and grab at their asses producing squeals and more laughter. If anyone did that to me, they’d get a slap in the face and to hell with the consequences. My school was a large building. A huge rectangular block with steps leading up to the front entrance. It was towards these doors that the masses of students were moving. The girls in their ultra-feminine clothes in bright colours and looking like overgrown babies, the boys in their regular shirts and pants. There was a lot of noise, and I looked forwards to getting into the relative sanctuary of the classroom. As I made my way up the stairs I tripped and ended up falling forwards on to my face. There were a few laughs but not as many as might be expected. I wasn’t the only girl having trouble after all. The lack of coordination made stairs a tricky challenge and as I brushed myself off and looked around, I saw several girls clinging to the rails with both hands and taking careful steps as if they were climbing a mountain. I would probably fall less often if I did the same, but I didn’t want to need a crutch to do something so simple. The inconvenient truth of the matter was that even amongst other girls my age my coordination was bad. I probably tripped and fell over my own feet at least twice a day. Things requiring precise movements of my fingers were a nightmare. I brushed the dust from my dress and carried on a little more carefully. I walked through the double doors and turned left in the corridor. Whilst the boys moved from room to room throughout the day for their different subjects me and the other girls stayed in one. “Yo, can I copy your biology homework?” “Only if I can copy your math.” “We had homework?” It was like I was being taunted. Those subjects sounded so interesting and yet I never got to experience any of them. The most I could gather was whatever I overheard in the halls or the cafeteria. Sometimes I would take Ollie’s textbooks and read a bit but if I was discovered I would be sure to get a big punishment. My parents, particularly my father, weren’t big on me “getting ideas above my station.” They said no man would want a girl who thought she was smarter than them. It only increased my desire to read more. The bell rang when I was halfway to my classroom. It made me jump and as I did so I felt my bladder leak a little urine into my, until that point, dry diaper. It wasn’t a surprise, but it was annoying. The students crowding the halls started making their way towards their various classrooms. My room was the last door on the left of the hallway. “Come on, Miss. Crouch, you don’t want to be late.” Mr. Smith called as he saw me waddling towards the room. I hated Mr. Smith. My teacher for the last couple of years, he was a symbol to me of all the worst parts of men. He seemed nice enough personally, but he was stull my oppressor. More than anyone, perhaps even more than my parents, Mr. Smith made sure I stayed in my lane. He knew of my want to be more than just another girl and he seemed determined to stamp it out of me, probably saw it as his duty. I went to walk quickly past the teacher, but he put his arm out and blocked the doorway. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. I knew what was coming. The “random” diaper checks that I just so happened to be a regular victim of. Mr. Smith’s large hand pressed against my padding as I separated my legs making it easier for him. “A little damp but no need for a change yet.” Mr. Smith announced. “Yeah, well…” I started as I couldn’t hold back my tongue. My arguments were quickly cut off when Mr. Smith reached down to my pacifier hanging from the front of my dress and popped it between my lips. I glared at him but didn’t dare take the unwanted fashion accessory out. Like most men in the world Mr. Smith believed that “good girls should be seen and not heard” and that meant in his classroom we were frequently given our soothers to keep us quiet. As soon as the teacher’s hand left my diaper I continued walking inside. The classroom was the same as it ever was, and I meant that literally. From my first day at school until then I had been in the same classroom, and it hadn’t changed a bit in that whole time. Instead of individual desks like the boys had we had square tables where four of us would sit together. Different corners of the large room had different uses. There were a lot of toys, a quiet area lined with books that were far too simple for me and another area full of different things needed for our lessons. Instead of science we were taught to cook, instead of history we were taught to sew. The very basics of academia were all that we needed according to men. ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/movr7yl6f9eb502 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2477741