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This show and the genre of book/manga it's based on seems to be mostly for straight women. I think a lot of gay men don't want to watch a show about a couple of closeted guys (haven't watched, maybe they come out?). I didn't play hockey but grew up with a lot of guys who did and definitely experienced a lot of homophobia from them which is another reason I don't want to watch. Kinda don't really buy that two hockey players would hook up as one if not both would be incredibly paranoid about their gayness being discovered. The one time a closeted football player hit on me in high school I just figured he was messing with me. I dunno maybe the show pulls it off somehow, but doesn't sound fun to me. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
The Punishment Part Four REBELLION That night after being put to bed in just diapers again, I waited until I heard mom go to bed. I then undid the pacifier straps, pulled off the plastic pants, threw them on the floor, unpinned the diapers and threw all of that on the floor too. I pulled the blanket up over my shoulders and slept soundly. It felt good to be free again, even if I was still in the crib. Mom was standing over me when I woke up. I rolled onto my back and looked up at her. She was smiling at. Yet, I knew I didn't have the diapers on. I could feel the cold wet sheet under me. I had peed in my sleep. I might have to sleep on wet sheets for a few nights but I was going to give up diapers. Pulling the covers back mom shook her head. "See Crissie, you need your diapers. You don't know when you're wetting yourself." She got me out of bed and into the high chair she had brought into the bedroom. She locked the tray in place and before I could protest she put the big pacifier in my mouth again and secured the straps. She left the room and came back with some things in her hands. One thing was a pair of white cotton gloves. She tried to slip them on my hands but I made both hands into hard fists, I wasn't going to let her do this. She laid everything on the tray in front of me, turned and left again. When she came back she had a piece of ice in one hand. She rubbed the ice over one of my nipples, as it hardened and extended she then clipped a clothespin on that nipple. The pain was excruciating, I screamed around the pacifier. Within a few seconds I had to give in and opened my hands. She removed the clothespin and slipped the gloves on my hands underneath the tray. I could not move my fingers apart. Even though there were separate fingers she must have sewn them together. Over those she slipped a pair of light pink cotton mittens. The insides were lined with some padding and something stiff so I couldn't bend my fingers. She secured these with tight straps that clipped together. Once she was done she took the tray off the chair and helped me to the changing table. I was now helpless. She pinned new diapers on me and pulled home a pair of plastic pants, once again imprisoned and now helpless to boot. I couldn't talk, couldn't use a bathroom, couldn't do anything for myself. The Punishment Part Five THE MALL Stroller A week later, I was still in diapers, and had begun to get used to them, both the routine of changing and the wearing of them. It got so that I was pissing myself, and not even noticing. I still hated messing myself, and had to force myself to do it, not really having any other choice. But wetting was easy; I even started wetting during the night without waking up. My mother came in my nursery, and talked to me while changing my diaper. "You have been a very good girl this week. When she was done changing me she said, "Okay, I'll get you dressed. We have to go to the mall because we need to get you some more clothes and things so you look decent." She put me in my romper and some sandals. Aunt Wendy hadn't made anymore outfits for me yet. A little later Aunt Wendy arrived and we all went out to the car. I waddled a bit, not used to actually walking anywhere for over a week and especially not in diapers. Mom opened the rear car door and had me get in. She then pulled then seat beat over me and had me secured for the trip. When we arrived at the mall mom and Wendy got out and went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. They were there for a little while and I was beginning to think they had forgotten about me. Mom finally came and opened my door, removed the seatbelt and helped me out. Wendy was standing by the trunk with a pink umbrella stroller! It was a large one, the type for four- or five-year-olds. When I got in mom pulled a strap up between my legs, threaded it through the waist belt and snapped it together on the other side. Not only was I sitting in the stroller, but confined as well since I was still wearing the mittens. My feet fit comfortably on a bar. I was hoping no one would really notice me or think anything about that I might really be a sixteen-year-old girl. Once inside the mall we were going down one wing when I could see some kids from school that I had classes with coming the other way. I started to panic and started to twist in my stroller to have mom turn me away so they wouldn't see me but she was talking with Wendy. Before I knew they were walking right passed us. None of them even looked down at me. Once we got to the next wing we made a beeline for a hair salon. At first I thought my mom or aunt were going to get their hair done, but as soon as we got inside my mom told the receptionist, "This is my little girl I called about." Uh-oh, I thought, now what. They wheeled me back to one of the chairs and then got me out. The stylist, Sharon, started in by saying, "Ohhh, isn't she a pretty little thing. She's adorable." I got into the chair and mom said, "You know what to do." First, the removed the last of the earrings that mom had not already removed. Then they changed my hair-color from black to light brown. While that was going on they removed the mittens, then took off my dark nail polish, cut the nails very short, and repainted them very pale pink. They even did my toenails, which I had never done before at all. After my hair color was changed Sharon then gave me a full perm with small tight curlers. She wound them so tightly I thought she was pulling my hair out by the roots. After the set time she took the curlers out and of course my hair was extremely curly, Shirley Temple style but longer, even in front which became bangs. They placed one set of simple pink pearls in my ears. When my nails were dry mom put the mittens back on me. They had me turned away from the mirror the entire time. Once Sharon stood back and announced I was finished, mom helped me down, took my mittened hand and walked me over to the full-length mirror. I was shocked to say the least. Horrified a bit, flabbergasted, speechless (even if I hadn't had the pacifier in my mouth). In the mirror was a toddler little baby girl, full brown curly hair with a big pink bow on top of her head. She had a fat little diapered bottom with her bare little legs exposed below the pink frilly romper. I still didn't feel like one but for all intents and purposes I was a baby girl in appearance. All of the ladies in the shop ohhed and ahhed me. Mom stood by beaming like any proud momma. We spent the rest of the morning going in and out of department stores and children's stores. It turns out I was a girls size of which there was an abundance of dresses with bows, ruffles, and lace. At first I was happy that they were a least older looking than baby dresses but soon overheard mom and Wendy discusses how the could shorten the various dresses to "baby" length so my bottom would be exposed. They were only able to find a few pairs of rumba panties for me but Wendy promised mom she would make several more pairs. Mom picked out tights, petticoats, frilly socks, and "Mary Jane" shoes in white and black. She also got me some white and pink sandals. In one store they found lightweight sleepers that would fit me. They buttoned up the back and, naturally, had ruffles on the seat. We stopped for lunch and mom put me in one of the high chairs provided in the food court. Wendy went off to get some hamburgers and mom got out some baby food jars for me. That group of kids I had seen eariler were seated several tables away from us. One of the girls pointed me out to one of the others but rather than recognizing me I could hear them say how cute that baby was (meaning me). I wished I could've melted. They smiled at me off and on throughout our lunches. As I was finishing my spoon-feeding by mom I asked her if she would buy me a coke or something since I could drink from a straw."No silly, coke is not good for my baby Crissie," and promptly brought out a bottle and handed it to me. I could hold a bottle between my mittened hands but sitting up I had to tilt my head back to drink. It took a long time to drink it that way as I could hold my head back for so long before getting tired of holding up both arms. Meanwhile, the kids from school had moved off and they never recognized me, especially since I looked so radically different that the last time any of them had seen me. GROCERY STORE Wendy altered the dresses and brought them over the next day. Mom was so excited she got me dressed in one right away. It was pink bridal satin with a chiffon covering. The edges were all trimmed in wide ruffled lace including the short puff sleeves. It had matching rumba panties that Aunt Wendy had made. She had 5 rows of ruffles across the bottom with matching leg ruffles. It was topped off with a matching bonnet with long satin ribbons to tie in a big bow under my chin. Mom decided we needed to go out then and there. She decided she needed some things from the grocery store. Wendy didn't have time to go with us and went home. When we got there, Mom got out the car, came around to the back door, unlocked my seat belt and helped me out of the car. Placing my pacifier in my mouth, she said, "Keep this in your mouth, sweetie. I want everyone to understand that you are just a baby." I could feel the cool morning air on my legs since my dress only came to just below my waist. I really couldn't imagine what I looked like exactly until Mommy took my hand and we walked up to the front door of the store. As we got right to the window I could see my reflection in the glass door for a second and couldn't believe that toddle baby girl was really me. That little girl did look so small and precious. That tiny girl was me. At that moment I felt like I was behind a mask and just playing a role. Unfortunately, it was really me and it was who I really was, a baby girl. As we got into the store, Mommy released my hand to pull out a shopping cart. She then put her hands under my armpits. "Jump for me sweetie," she said. Without even thinking I hopped upward and with that she lifted me up to the child seat of the cart. I brought my legs up so my feet could clear the push handle and then quickly fit them through the leg holes. Mommy straightened my dress behind my back, then brought the safety straps around and clipped them across my waist. With the mittens on I was locked into the seat and wouldn't be able to get out until she let me. At first I felt very foolish and thought everyone would simply point and laugh at the girl dressed as a baby sitting in the cart. Luckily, I could only clearly see my mom in front of me pushing the cart. It was hard to make out anyone else, though I could tell people were moving around. Before long however, most of the people we passed, all being women at that time of day, gave me a big smile and some would comment to mommy at what a pretty baby she had. A few tickled my nose and said baby talk to me. I begin to relax and enjoy the view from high up. Mommy would play with me, tickle me, and even play nose kisses with me. I started enjoying myself and forgot about my pacifier, it just was part of me now. We went up and down the aisles, one by one. I would swing my feet when mommy stopped to pick out something. I could see my patent leather shoes and frilly ankle socks swing in an out of view. I loved looking at my feet with those shoes and socks on. -
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