The Librarian

CHAPTER 4 So, this story really begins back in mid to late March. Andy was laid off, I was working from home and there was a lot of social distancing happening. You probably remember how stir crazy we were all getting. Thinking this was just going to be another week or two, remember that? Yeah, it’s been a couple months but that is another story. So, Andy and I were sitting around one day. We had cleaned the house 3 or 4 times by then, Netflix was starting to lose it’s luster and again....social distancing! ********** Babe, what are we going to do? I am so bored right now I could scream. Me too hun, but it is what it is you know? Easy for you to say, you are one of the few people that all this downtime is good for. You can sit around and just write all day. Uh, “sit around and write all day”, you want to rephrase that? You know what I mean. But, yes, hearing it back like that does makes it sound kind of douchie, so I’m sorry, that’s not how I meant it. Well, hopefully we will be back to normal in a couple weeks, how’s the job hunt going? It’s going, and by going I mean it’s going nowhere. Most don’t respond, those that do aren’t hiring, I mean I get it, but it’s driving me nuts right now. Ok, I’m at a good place to stop. So, how about we take a walk? We can walk down and get a couple of slices from Angelo’s. They are still doing to-go food. Ok and then what? That will kill what, an hour at best. Hey, Mr Grouchy, how about you ease up on the attitude. Same team remember! Sorry. You’re right, let’s go grab a slice. Oooh, I know, after the slice, maybe we can come back for a little day time fun...you, me...a whole lot less clothes, huh, huh!?!? Get your mind out of the gutter, will you. Besides, I though you were looking for activities that took up longer than 5 minutes!!!! Ouch, what happened to “same team”??? ******* I remember that conversation because I was so proud of my quick comeback. Usually that is Andy with the snarky comments and sarcastic tone. But score one for me that day! Anyways, we did end up getting out of the house for a bit and grabbing some pizza. And yes, we came back home and fooled around for a bit. I would like to say (and I’m sure Andy would love for me to write) that he carried me to our bed, ripped off my clothes and fucked my brains out. Buuuuut, that didn’t happen. We had another typical short make-out session, followed up by each of us taking our own clothes off and then an all too short missionary trip. He had fun, then again he always does. I, well, wanted for more, let’s just say that. Andy, if you are reading this, you know I love you and you know I don’t want to hurt or embarrass you, but let’s be honest...there was a reason we went on this adventure together over the past couple months right? And fair is fair, I will say that he has come along way since that day. Our sex life has never been better now. Now...he is confident, knows what to do, takes instructions without getting his feelings hurt. He actually has fucked my brains out once or twice since this all began. And the other times haven’t been bad at all. Ladies listen, you can teach them. You don’t have to rely on your wand or your rabbit or whatever is in the drawer next to the bed. Although, don’t get any crazy ideas about getting rid of them. Andy loves using mine on me, he has no problem with taking a little help. He actually doesn’t mind it when I use it on him either!!! We were just lazy the rest of the day. Ended up watching a couple movies in bed including one of my all time favorites...When Harry met Sally! I loved this movie before it all started, but now it has even more meaning for me. It was during a particular scene that got things kicked off for us. Yep that one, the one in the deli, where Meg Ryan...you know. ****** You know, this scene was always a little over top for me. First of all, you are not allowed to say anything bad about this movie, ever! And secondly, it was not over the top at all. It was an inside joke between the entire female population that we let you men in on. Yeah, but THAT loud and THAT exaggerated!?!? I mean, come on, besides porn where does that really happen? It happens in some bedrooms! Ok, so why aren’t you that loud then, huh? Simple, it’s not realistic...it was over the top. Whatever you say stud. I was sure he could hear my eye roll with that comment, but then again, he was starting to prove how clueless he could be at times. At that point I remember getting up to grab some water and just chuckling to myself. He might now have seen the eye roll of heard my internal giggle, but he saw me shaking my head when I sat back down. What? Nothing, let’s just keep watching the movie. Press play will ya No, no...we have all quarantine to finish the movie. You obviously have something, so spit it out, tell me what I’m missing here. I don’t think you want this heat big boy. See now, I’m definitely not pressing play. Now you have to tell me, hit me! Really, do you really want to have this conversation. Because I will, but I don’t think you do. You might not like what I have to say. But if you want to, we can. I do, I’m a big boy, I can handle it. Ok, let’s do it. But first, we have to agree to some ground rules. First, this is not meant to hurt either of us, so keep the comments clean. And know that whatever I say, it comes from a place of love, ok? Deal? That’s fair, deal. Ok, again, you know I love you and you know I love everything you do for me, for us. But, if I’m going to be completely honest here. The reason I’m not as loud as Meg Ryan’s character, is I don’t have any reason to be that loud. That doesn’t make any sense, what do you mean you don’t have any reason to be? Think about it Andy. I’m trying to be as direct as I can without hurting feelings. You don’t want to hurt my feelings? What does that have any....wait, hold up now. Are you saying you don’t have any reason to be that loud because you don’t...I mean, you haven’t...nah! No way, you’re say I haven’t made you cum??? Easy, easy, remember the ground rules. Oh, I’m calm. Because I know I have made you cum before. I’m not taking the bait, I know I have. Yes, in two and a half years you have made me cum before. Buuuuuuut.... But what, seriously how often do you not? Honestly, most of the time.. MOST OF THE TIME! Stop, no seriously, how many times have you not. Andy, if I’m being honest, I can count on one hand how many times you HAVE made me. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy all the other times, because I have. I like having sex with you, I do. But. When was the last time you asked for feedback or asked me what I wanted to do, or maybe if I wanted to try something else, or something different. I’m pretty sure I ask you all the time. Andy, asking “do you like that” over and over in the middle of sex does not count here. Let’s be honest with ourselves, we are not exactly adventurous in the bedroom. It was right around here that I remember we had to call a timeout as things were starting to get a bit too heated. At first, and I don’t blame him, Andy was getting really defensive and started to turn this around on me. Which I get it, no guy wants to be told his performance is not up to snuff. But we were able to come back and have an adult conversation. I will give him that, he could have shut down. He could have slept on the couch a couple nights and either we could have swept it under the rug or let it fester until it was a problem. But he didn’t. Ok, so what is it that I’m not doing? Do you want me on top more? More foreplay? What? Well, more foreplay is always good. No such thing as too much foreplay actually. But being on top more is not exactly what is going to do it. So what do you want me to do? What is it that will make you “Meg Ryan” all over the place? Ok, now that was kind of funny., I actually laughed at that one. But seeing as how this is not a “how to make Sara cum” blog, I’ll leave out the step-by-step guide. Let’s just say, I was able to give him plenty of pointers, my answer did not lack thought or detail. What can I say, with the upbringing I had and how “sex positive” of a house we had, I know what I like. And that’s where we really started to get to heart of the matter. He didn’t know what he liked! Soooo, what is your plan? Are you going to be good with missionary for the rest of your life? Have a little doggy style on Saturday nights...maybe ask me to throw in a BJ on your birthday? I mean, you have to want more don’t you? I mean, if you want kinky I can do kinky. That’s not what I’m asking, I asked what do YOU want? I don’t know, I guess we could try some stuff. I mean, I’m not gonna say no. Ok, so let me ask this. What is a fantasy you have? Better yet, do you have any secrets you want to share? Maybe there is a fetish in there you are dying to unleash on me!?!? Hey, if you want to break out a little cheerleader outfit, you know maybe the whole school girl thing. I could be into that. Cheerleader? School girl? Come on Andy, you can do better than that. I mean if you want it, I’ll grab my cheerleader outfit next time I’m home and if I still fit, I’ll give you one hell of a cheer. But that’s like PG-13 rated fantasy. What else have you been wanting to try? Come on big boy, use that sexy brain of yours. If I said we can do literally anything...what would it be? I don’t know, do you want to try, like anal or something? Oh Andy, I might be the 1st girlfriend in the history of girlfriends to say this, but you need to watch more porn or something. Hey, not everyone has a fetish you know. And, not everyone grew up with a Mom who could guide them through, more importantly encourage them to explore this stuff. Do you know, I was given a book, a really bad one at that, and told to go read it. When I tell you bad, I mean it was like the scientific how to. “Put tab P in slot V” and then a list of all the horrible diseases you can get when you actually have sex. It was horrible! Oh my god, you poor thing. That does sound horrible. Was it a “how to” or “why you shouldn’t have” guide? I honestly don’t know. Don’t forget, the mid-west was, and still is, very much a “don’t ask, don’t tell” kind of area. And I’m not talking gay and lesbian, I mean it was like, a bunch of parents praying “please don’t ask us those questions” and a bunch of horny awkward teenagers saying “oh god, please don’t talk about that stuff”. It’s a sexual desert. Well, you are not in the desert anymore hun. Besides, I have a theory on fetishists vs vanillas. I think the vanillas just haven’t found their thing. That’s what I think. The who? Who or what is a vanilla? You, you are a vanilla. A vanilla, and I’m sorry if that came off as an insult, I didn’t mean it that way. A vanilla is someone who when it comes to sex, does not color outside the lines. They are perfectly content with the Bday BJ in terms of spice. I mean, who doesn’t like a Bday BJ? But I’m sorry, when did my girlfriend become some leather bound, whips and chains using badass? Oh, what are they called, Dom-something? Dominatrix, they are called Doms for short. And no, I’m not a Dominatrix. And not all Doms are covered in leather and carry a riding crop around like the movies either. But that doesn’t mean I can’t whip you into shape! ****** For those of you who didn’t pick up on it, at this point in our relationship Andy was still unaware of what Liz and Emily do. I guess I can see how easy it was for my Mom and Liz to gloss over what she did with me for so long. Now that I’m on the other side of things, a simply explanation of a boring day job really throws people off track. I guess if you make it boring enough, people don’t care what you do for a living. Of course, we would eventually tell him, but as of now he didn’t have a clue. ***** You know what, I have an idea!

CHAPTER 4 It was great to catch up with Katie on Monday. We went and grabbed some drinks and a small bite. I usually like when my date takes my pants off, but it was nice to keep them on after the doctor’s visit last week. We had such a great time that we decided to see each other again tonight. Thankfully she is understanding of my desire to limit my public outings while I heal up, so we are doing our old Pizza/Movie date nights from when we were younger. Just this time with alcohol instead of juice boxes! And of course, I’ll be the one with the embarrassing underwear this time. But we are not going to dwell on that! Buzzzz....My phone goes off with a text from Katie saying she is pulling up now. Pizza is also on its way so it’s good timing. Hey! Hey back at ya, come on in. Let me grab your bag, show you around a bit. I gave her a quick tour of my place and headed back to the kitchen. I grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge and a quick cheers and the night was on. We got caught up on each other’s week so far and the pizza arrived shortly after that. Thanks again for staying in tonight. I’m sure a fancy steakhouse with cocktails and wine, maybe a club afterwards is probably more your speed, but, well... Nonsense CJ, I’ve been looking forward to this Pizza Date all week actually! Ok, so this is a date, huh? I wasn’t sure what to call it, not that I spent a lot of time this week thinking about it, but enough. Hey, call it what you want. But I’m calling it our Pizza Date, just like old times. Whatever happens, happens. And just for future reference, this girl has never been a “club girl”. Future reference, got it. Ok, good to know. How’s the pizza? Need something else to drink besides the beer? Great! Sure, I’ll take a juice box if you got one! We can make it really like old times, ha! Still hitting those grape juice boxes just as hard as you used to? Your Mom used to ration those out like crack when you were younger. Man, you loved those things!! Awww, you remembered my flavor! Yeah, I know right, I think she counted them before she left and again when she came back to make sure you didn’t give me an extra one. She was so afraid that I would sugar overload on you or something. Well, if my memory serves me right, I think she was also worried about something else too. What was that??? Hey, don’t you start mister Oh, I know...she was afraid of that Ms Moons would show up and wreck the party!!! Ohhhhh, ok. I was wondering when you were going to bring up my nickname. I hated it whenever you would call me that. Well, to be honest, you did earn it! Listen, that happened like once or twice. Waaaaay less than you and my Mom made it out to be. You guys made it seem like an everyday thing. Her face was starting to get as red as the sauce on the pizza. Besides, not my fault. I think some of them were just made poorly. Really, made poorly? Yeah, and I’ll have you know, that the same brand now holds more today than it ever did back then. Even they knew they needed to make them better. Otherwise, what’s with the new and improved!?!? She then went into a spirited defense on the quality of her pull-ups back then, store brand vs “the good ones” as she called them. And I just stood back with my beer and a smile as she presented her case. She is cute when she sticks up for herself. Actually she’s cute all the time, beautiful is more like it. In fact, little Katie Mason has grown up to be this smart, beautiful women. So what, pizza first, teasing second. Was that your plan? Has the teasing part of the night commenced? Because, I’m not a little girl anymore I can fight back you know. Ms Moons is gone, you now have Power Moon Woman to deal with. What do you have to say about that!?!? She stands up and starts hitting her best superhero poses, flexing and all. Which made both of us start busting out laughing. Well, 1st of all, you are horrible at coming up with superhero names. Second of all, you will always be Ms Moons to me and lastly, I think I owe you for a couple jabs you threw at Dr. Charles’ office last week. Ha! No way mister! I owed you everyone of those jabs from all the ones you took at me growing up. I have years of jokes and comments and nicknames I need to cash in on. And last week was only the start of my payback. Annnnnnd, I should get extra credit for not trying to play catch up when we got drinks on Monday. Extra credit!?!? For what? For Monday! Listen, we both know what you were rocking under those jeans of yours on Monday and I know what you’ve got on now. Her eyes dart to below the waist as she polishes off her 2nd beer. As she put the empty bottle down, her raised eyebrow cut right through me. Now, I’m not one to poke fun at a person’s medical condition. But as you have so kindly reminded me more that once tonight, I am a card carrying member of the Wet Bed Society. And that card does allow certain rights and privileges. Is that what you think? It is. For example, it is our duty to protect the other card carrying members from exposure to/from those that sleep on dry sheets. But, we also get to comment on each other’s nightly fashion choices. And because I’m super lucky, I get to the added benefit of giving you day time fashion tips as well! I should be hurt by her comments, but for some reason I’m not. She is standing all high and mighty on her tippy toes, arms crossed and smirk painted all over her face like she just delivered the winning argument. Standing in the middle of my kitchen like she owns the place. Quite frankly, I almost expected her to take a bow as if she was on broadway with that performance. Ok, so all cards on the table huh? Ms. Moons thinks she is all grown up with her big girl clothes on, using all her big girl words acting all tough. Even on your big girl tippy toes, you still barely come up to my chin. So, don’t make me come down there and teach you a lesson, missy. Ooooooo, like I’m supposed to be scared of Leaky McLeakerton over there. The only lessons you need to worry about are the potty training kind. She raised a hand to cover her mouth in mocking way as if she just dropped the mic. Ouch! The gloves aren’t coming off, they never went on. Isn’t that against your nurses oath to make fun of such things? Don’t make me file a complaint with the Polka Dot Scrubs union chief. Again, it’s the card. I got that card 1st before my “nurses code” so I have dual citizenship. Plus complaints are only taken from big boys and girls. Speaking of, how dry are we this evening? What is this beer #3? Uh oh, do we have any leaks over there??? Do I need to come over there and find out??? She is good. I will say her trash talk has greatly improved since her “I’m rubber and you’re glue” days. And she might have me backed into a corner. Actually, literally, she has somehow backed me into the corner of my kitchen counters. And without reaching down and feeling for myself, I don’t know how my brief is doing. Oh, that’s right, I forgot. Little CJ doesn’t know if he is wet or not does he? Not true...I....I can tell if I’m dry or not, but I uh, don’t always know how ummm, not...dry I am, if that makes sense. Confidence 0, Bumbling idiot 1 “Ummm, not dry” did you say “ummm, not dry”? Her higher pitched tone was starting to come out. What does that mean CJ? It’s okay, you can tell me. Ms. Kate won’t be upset. Did she just call herself Ms. Kate?!? Have I lost all authority and power here? She comes over even closer and now has her two index fingers hooked over the top of my jeans waistband. Even though her tone and words have been biting at times, her eyes seem to be reassuring. She pauses and I kind of get the sense she is checking in on me. She seems to be making sure I’m okay with her going forward. I must have guessed right because with just the slightest nod of my head. My jeans are unbuckled, in zipped and pulled down just enough. Instead of the two finger check approach she did at the office last week. She puts her entire hand on the front of my brief and gives a couple gentle squeezes. Tsk, tsk, tsk...poor little CJ. Am I ever going to find you in a dry diaper??? I’m stuck. I’m just frozen, standing in my kitchen just stunned. My jeans have lost the battle with gravity and have now slid down to my ankles. I have no idea what to say or do. But there’s Katie. Hand still in place, giving the occasional squeeze, and looking at me like she is expecting me to actually answer that question. Before my brain can send down an answer to my mouth. It sends an answer down to my other brain. I’m getting sooooo turned on by this. I have no idea why, but I’m getting so hard. And just to make sure it’s a touch more embarrassing, I’m basically getting hard right in Katie’s hand. As I grow, so does her smirk. And what do we have here??? Little CJ is not so little after all. Her eyes drop to where her hand is. Do you like it when I check your diaper? Squeeze Do you like it when I touch your diaper? Squeeze Do you like it when I change your diaper? Squeeze I wanted to scream NO to everyone of those questions, but I was being betrayed by my own body. But I had a bigger issue at the moment. See, because of my current medical situation I haven’t been as active as I usually am. I had been single for a bit when the car accident happened and with my current underwear situation, well, let’s just say I’ve been avoiding opportunities to play “show me your and I’ll show you mine”. Bottom line, I am out of practice and my body was aching for this attention. Uh, Katie...can you uh...how about we... As she extends on her tippy toes she is close enough to my ears she starts to whisper more than talk. Her squeezing has gotten faster and harder. What’s the matter CJ? Is there something you wanted to tell me? Well, it’s just that... Go on, you can tell me. You can tell Ms Kate anything... At this point words were not my friends and I could only mumble out sounds. Sounds that were not indicative of a person hating life at the moment. Katie....I... It’s Ms Kate, CJ...tell Ms Kate what she can do for you Ms. Kate....I...uh... Yes... I.... Yes, go one, you can do it I....Oh my god...and with that I came as hard as I’ve cum in a long time. Even if it’s been a long time, I’m still pretty sure this was harder than I’m used too. Oh god, Oh. My. God Ms Kate, Katie. Good boy CJ! What a good boy. Her hand still there, but more rubbing than squeezing now. I’m still shaking with my little after shock twitches. So I guess that is a yes? Huh? Yes, you do like it when I touch your diaper? Not fair! I was still in my after orgasm bliss, but I could feel like this bubble of...I don’t know...bubble of shame I guess. I guess that was the best way to describe it. I’m just catching my breath, reaching down to pull up my jeans and could feel the bubble coming up. I’m so sorry that happened. And I am, I am honestly so sorry that I just did that. I didn’t mean to... CJ, it’s okay. No, no it’s not I just What? Did it hurt? No Did I do something wrong? Of course not. I didn’t think so. You sure looked pretty happy. CJ, we are both grown adults. I knew what I was doing. I know, but I just...it’s I didn’t know how wet I was and then I didn’t mean to, you know...at least not as fast as I did anyway. Sooooo, are you more upset that you wet your diaper or the fact you just came in your wet diaper? Both! She just starting busting out laughing again. CJ relax! Here have another beer. As she handed me mine, I took a big sip and just kind of exhaled to try and calm myself. Awww, see... I knew you just needed a bottle to settle down! I just about choked to death at that point. Why did she have to say that right as I had a mouthful of beer. You good now? Yeah Good, look, I knew what I was doing. Heck, I wanted to do that at the doctor’s office last week. You are too cute in those things. Your tough guy, mr professional adult whatever is cool and all. But your diapered butt sitting in front of me all vulnerable and such, I mean, wow. Can I tell you, it was, no is...it is so freaking cute. Really? That wasn’t the slightest bit gross or weird? Gross? Do you know how many diapers I change on a daily basis? If I’m not grossed out by the bombs dropped in those, I certainly won’t be grossed out by a little pee in yours. Weird, okay, I’ll give you that. Maybe a bit weird. But you seemed to like it all the same. And like I said, I wanted to do that about 10 days ago. I feel good about showing so much restraint! So, why didn’t you? Why didn’t you do that last week. Don’t think I didn’t notice your hand lingered in certain spots too long. Because last week I would have been risking my career. Tonight I was just risking little CJ making his diaper a little more messy than it already was!!! Ok, low blow, time out...time out...I give Kidding, kidding, don’t get your diapers all...oops too late!!! Ok, ok, last one, well probably not last last one, but I’ll give you a break for now. So, you planning on changing anytime soon or do you like what you got going on down there. I shot her a look over my beer, but based on my current status and standing, it probably didn’t come off as tough as I would have hoped. I’ll be right back. I got up and headed to my bedroom in the back to get changed. As I walk through my doorway, I swing the door closed to get a little privacy. Only, I wasn’t alone. Can I help you? I ask. Nope, but I know I can help you. Come on, tell me where your stuff is and lay down.

CHAPTER 3 No, I mean that I’m good as in I will check as soon as I have some privacy and if need be, I will change before Dr. Charles comes in. No, again! Like I said it’s my job. Did you bring supplies or do you need the Dr’s office ones? As she asks that, she turns and starts to scan the room. Before I can stop her she sees my backpack and picks it up. Is this yours? Are your supplies in here? Actually.... Too late, she’s already got it open. I couldn’t even jump up and stop her. I was so worried about her seeing me in one, hearing mine rustle... that it was like I was just moving in what seemed like slow motion. One by one, she starts taking my supplies out. First the diaper, then the wipes and powder. CJ, I’m very proud of you. Your days as the babysitter have trained you to be well prepared! I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or a reminder of how far I have fallen. From the one who brought the diaper bag, to the one who needs the diaper bag. So, back to the question at hand. Do you need a fresh diaper? Katie, look...I really, really don’t need help. I was begging at this point, no way could this be happening. Please do me a favor and just guard the door so I can check it for myself and get cleaned up. You mean, you don’t know? Oh crap, got something in my eyes again. To be honest, no I don’t. It just kind of happens throughout the day and it’s been almost two weeks, I can’t even tell until at some point I just notice how heavy it’s gotten. What a sad sack, I’ve become. I can’t even tell if my diaper is wet. It’s okay, no worries. Just like that, I could tell she jumped in to full nurse mode. I tell you what, you lay back and I’ll have this done in a flash. Who knows, you might not even need it! Just lay down. As I swung my legs over so I could lay down, all I could do was stare at the ceiling. I could feel my face was getting redder by the second. When I woke up this morning there was no way in the world I saw my day going like this. Ok CJ, can you lift up a bit so I can slid your shorts off? Can you help me out? As I did, I flashed back to when the roles were reversed. ********15 Years Ago******** Katie, come on help me out would ya!?! I was 14 years old, spending another Friday night at the Mason’s house. Not that I was complaining. The money was good and at 14, it’s not like my parents were letting me tear up the town with my friends. Katie was always too grown up for her own good even back then. So instead of babysitting, we called it a Pizza Date for two! Katie, let’s go. If you don’t let me put your diaper on, we are not watching the movie. Please, please please CJ, I don’t need them yet. Can’t they wait, it’s only 6:30! I promise to put them on before I go to bed. Let me just wear my jammies for the movie, pleeeaaase!!!! Not my call Ms Moons, not my call! She hated my nickname for her. I used to call her Katie Moons or Ms Moons for short. She insisted on wearing pull-ups long after her bladder out grew them. I lost count of the amount of times I saw her with those two half moon wet patches on her pajamas from a leaky pull-up. Her Mom was nice enough to let her wear the pull-ups when friends were around and she would just deal with leaks if/when they happen. But when it’s just her, she’s in diapers at night. I always thought Mrs Mason was really cool to be so sensitive to Katie’s feelings back then. Your mom was so mad at me for letting you push it last time. Do you remember last time? CJ it was an accident, pleeeease! Her negotiating turned to desperate pleas real quick. It was the stupid movies fault last time. You picked one that was super boring, I couldn’t help falling asleep. It’s like your dumb boy movie put a spell on me or something! Hey, I thought you liked Cars. You said everyone at school was talking about it. Who were you telling me had the cool backpack with Lighting McQueen on it? Billy or Tyler or... Tyler, it was Tyler, but I don’t care about him, he’s dumb. He can like the stupid boy movie and the stupid boy backpack all he wants. Ok, note to self, don’t mention Tyler again. Well it’s a good thing I got Lilo & Stitch again, unless you hate Stitch all of a sudden? Hey, did you know they made a second one?!?! Got that too! Can we watch them both????? We can, but you have to help me out? **********PRESENT DAY********** I lifted up and she slid down my shorts. Any pride I had left quickly left the room at this point. Here I am, in all my diapered glory in front of Katie. I couldn’t believe it, I was fixated on the ceiling hoping some how this process would be over quickly. As much as I wanted to be over quickly, I wanted to be over quietly just as much. But that was not to be. Ok, let’s take a look. She gave the front padding a gently squeeze. And at that point we could both feel the wet padding, or so I thought. The next thing I felt was two fingers sliding in by the side. Oh god, she is actually checking my diaper. Not too bad, hun. Let’s get you freshened up. Rip, rip, rip annnnd rip. Tapes are off & then came the wipes. I knew they were going to be cold and I still flinched. Sorry hun, I should have told you the wipes were coming. Everything looks good though, no redness, no marks. Have you considered trimming your diaper area? It will make clean up easier and help reduce odors. Uhm, actually no. I really thought this was going to be over by now. I’m hoping there are no long term effects. That was a lie, the doctor told me right away I should start to keep things short down there. And he said it would take 2 weeks just for the infection to clear up before he could tell me about the minor tear and how that was healing. Well, you really should think about it. Diapers or no diapers it helps to keep things clean and cool down there. Ok, good to know. She now has the fresh diaper under me and I hear here open another bottle. I break my staring contest with the ceiling (mistake #1) and make eye contact with Katie (mistake #2) just as she starts to apply some lotion. Between her smile & the lotion, my mind is going places it should not be going right now. Oh god, baseball, baseball, baseball...its not working. Don’t worry CJ, it happens to all the boys I change. A quick wink and her smile changes to more of a smirk. To be honest, I might have been offended if it didn’t happen! She lets out a small giggle at her own comment. Ok, ok, let’s get you all taped up before you need a hand fitting in this thing. Kill me, please just end it. Whatever god I have offended that put me in this situation I am sorry. Whatever I did to have Katie Mason making jokes about the worst timed erection that I have ever had, as she is putting me in a fresh diaper. I am so sorry. Ok, let’s check the fit. Her fingers running along the waistband and then tucking in the leg gatherings. Looks cute, oh sorry, I mean good! Another wink and now she is just teasing me, great. Her hand then resting on the front of my diaper, which I know she can feel how excited I still am. She reaches with her other hand and grabs the powder. Oh, I forgot, did you want any powder? She lightly taps my diaper a couple times before she gives it a few rubs. Ummm, powder? Yeah silly goose! Does CJ like some powder with a fresh diaper? I swear her voice went up a couple levels and she doesn’t even try to hid her smirk. Her hand never moving from the front of my diaper. No, no...I’m good. You’ve...uh...done more than enough already. Thank you, but I...I’m good. As I sit up, she goes to help pull me up and actually helps a bit too much and I slip off the table and kind of fall into her. Oooh, sorry about that. I always forget how slick those diapers of yours can be at times. Back up you go. I turn to lift myself back up and all I can feel are a couple pats on my butt. I shoot her a glance faster than she can hide her smile. As I get situated back on the table I realize my shorts are still off. So now I’m in just a t-shirt and diaper in front of Katie. I reach over for my shorts but Katie is faster than I am. Don’t worry about these sweetie, I mean Dr. Charles is going to just ask you to take them off when he gets in anyways, right? She folds them up and puts them in my bag on the other side of the room. As she walks back over to me, I’m now just looking down at the floor. I’m trying to think of anything except what just happened, trying to get my little friend under control. I pull my t-shirt out in hopes that it covers the fact that I’m still hard. Well CJ, I just wanted to say, thanks for the help getting you all fresh and clean for Dr. Charles. She gives me a quick kiss on the forehead before continuing. We had a rough start but you were a trooper at the end. Thanks Katie, sorry you had to do all that. Not at all sweetie! It is my job after all. But...just between me, you and the walls. Here comes that wicked grin again. She looks at me, down at my diaper, and then back at me. I would find a way to take care of...uhmm...that...before the doc gets it. She winks and walks towards the door. Oh CJ, do you mind if I ask one last question...and don’t forget you are still bound by all pinky promise rules and regulations. Sure, what’s up? Well, it seemed as if you might have, how should I put this...ummm...enjoyed...my vast diaper changing skills and abilities. Will you let me do that again sometime???

CHAPTER 3 HOLY SHIT, am I right!?!? When I tell you I had questions that night, I had QUESTIONS! We talked for hours that night. I also had my first glass of wine that night. My mom tried to stop it, but Liz said this conversation would probably go smoother over a glass of wine. Of course knowing this HUGE piece of news made a lot of other things make sense. I mean, it was like a lightbulb went off in my head. Naturally they asked I would keep that out of the project and so I did. But it opened a whole new world for me. In fact, I had just started to get numb to the way my Mom was. How she would just openly talk about all things sex related and those touchier subjects. But now with this new information in front of me, I was the one with the questions. I couldn’t get enough and I just peppered her with questions about her work and how she got into it. I couldn’t get enough. I was 17 years old, hormones going nuts, brain going all kinds of dirty ways and with more questions than answers about my body, boys, the things I would hear about in school about what everybody else was doing it was crazy. And suddenly, I was just being told the half truths about the world. For the first time in my young life I wasn’t embarrassed about talking sex at the dinner table. Here I was loaded with questions and I had a sex therapist and professional dominatrix at my disposal. Again, my dinner conversation was way better than yours! Ok, back to more present day. Oh wait, Emily! How could I forget to introduce her!?! Emily was my roommate during our senior year in college. We had a great year that year, so good in fact we decided to get a place in the city together after graduation. What can I say, she is fantastic. She is without a doubt my best friend. I think every girl has an “Emily” in their lives, or they should at least. She is the one that no matter what happens I know she has my back. Need to borrow a cute top for dinner, she’s there. Need to get rid of a body at 2:30 in the morning...she’s got the shovel. We don’t have any secrets from each other. She knows all about my crazy Moms, past boyfriends, current Andy and everything in between. And in turn I know all about her. Her family, her hopes, her dreams and of course...I get the full scoop on any current boyfriend/friends with benefits thing she has going on. If you are a girl, you get it. If you’re not...well, that’s your loss. Something else to know about Emily is that she is, I guess you could call it apprenticing, with Liz at her play space. Liz has owed and operated her “house” for over 12 years and has built a big book of business. She has opened it up to other professionals in the past with some success, but none of them ever stuck around too long. She has another mistress with her now and she has been there I think about 2 years, so that’s worked out well so far. Her name is Sky, she is pretty cool in her own right, but doesn’t play to much into our story here. So we will leave her out of this for now. Liz’s house has everything a perverted mind could want. A grand entrance way opens to a lovely little bar where you can relax, or work up the courage, before you go have some fun. As you venture on, a couple different hallways can take you either upstairs or off to the side where several rooms await. There, a person can find the space, the props, the inspiration to fulfill whatever fantasy they have in their wildly imaginative heads. Think...old New Orleans mansion style house and you would be right on the money. Of course, no sex whatsoever, but everything right up until that can and does happen within those walls. Emily’s day job is in retail. That’s the job she tells people about. She is still learning the “craft” if you will, so she needs something to pay the bills. She is the one that would normally greet you most nights with a cocktail before Liz or Sky would take over. But she loves it. I love watching her too. I mean, she is my best friend, someone I’ve known for years. I’ve seen her interact with people thousands of times, seen her at her day job, at school, hanging out with Andy and some of our other friends. But when I get to see her at “the house” she is a whole different person. And to be honest, I’m not sure which is the real Emily. Retail Emily or Mistress in training Emily. And stop, don’t even try and google her. Her real name isn’t Emily, neither is her Mistress name. So, if there is a Mistress Emily out there...that ain’t her! Ok, are you caught up? Do you have all the players straight in your head? Yes of course, we have other friends...Andy’s parents are great, my Dad is too. But they don’t really have much to do with THIS story. So, let’s move on shall we?

CHAPTER 2 Ok, so if you still reading, I think it is safe to say you’re not here for my updates on how my parent’s garden is going. I bet the whole “put Andy back in diapers” really grabbed your attention. Perv!!! Ok, I’m just kidding, besides we are all a little bit of a perv right!?!? A bunch of you have asked the same questions over and over, so let’s start with those. To be clear...Andy is a 27 year old, perfectly healthy adult male. No, he wasn’t hurt or in any kind of accident. No, didn’t suffer any kind of brain injury. Thank God! And NO, he is not chained up in our basement waiting to be let out. Although....no, no, kidding. He is happy, healthy and yes, he does know that I am writing this as we speak. I put him back in diapers simply because he asked to be! Ok, he hasn’t just come right out and said...”Sara can you put me in diapers”. But, he kinda did. Now, I know you all have WAY more questions about Andy, but there are some other people who played a role in where we are today. So, let’s get you caught up of a few of the other people in this adventure. First is my Mom, Carol. She is my birth mom and I say that because her wife (my other Mom Liz) will also play a big role as well. Carol is an incredibly positive woman, sometimes overly so, but she was also a rock for me growing up. She was like my “true north” you know? Like, no matter how bad of a day I had or problem with school, work, whatever...she always was able to point me on the right path. Now, like any Mother-Daughter dynamic, we certainly had our ups and downs. What made us different, and keep in mind this was 20 years ago, is I grew up with two Moms. So, if I always argued with my “mother figure” I would have had a heck of a problem there. Anyways, her and my Dad got divorced when I was about 3 and then when I was around 5, I met Liz. Her introduction is coming up, but one last (major) key fact to know about Carol is, she is a licensed sex therapist. Fun fact, when you have a sex therapist for a parent, you have an incredibly high tolerance for life’s cringy moments. For example, I would be willing to bet our dinner conversations were not like the ones you had. I can tell you they weren’t like the ones Andy had growing up that’s for sure. Again, Carol was and is the type of person who will always show you the bright side of life. She has never met a problem or person she thought was hopeless. She always taught me to keep looking for the good in people. The only issue growing up was she was as open and honest about practicing my math homework as she was with masterbation! Then there is my “other mom” Liz. Now, Liz is her own kind of awesome. Liz came into the picture, like I said, when I was about 5 and at the time I had no idea who “mommies new friend” was. She was just a nice lady that was around and made me snacks sometimes. Then one day about a year later, Mom & Liz sat me down and explained that Liz was going to be around a whole lot more. They explained what being a lesbian was and how we were going to have a really cool party and I would get to wear a super special dress. I mean, I was 6 years old at the time, how else do you explain that to someone that age. Anyways, back to Liz. The best way I can describe her is...she is the very definition of what I think of when I hear “strong woman”. Don’t get me wrong, Carol is no push over. But Liz knows what she wants, knows how to get it and just goes and gets it. And she taught me well in that regard. I wish I could say I was better at it than what I am, but it’s enough and I’m extremely grateful she showed me the importance of standing up for ones self. Those 1st few years she usually took a back seat role in parenting growing up. She made sure to not step on either my mom’s or dad’s toes when it came to being the parents. But right around 10, 11 maybe 12...I can remember Liz being there for me a lot more. At the time I didn’t really notice the change, I couldn’t see it as it was happening, but I can look back at that time period and start to see the shift. She began stepping in on a few conversations, I remember her and Carol getting into, not an argument...but a disagreement over a few things. And they usually revolved around being bullied or if I was having problems with the other kids at school. She didn’t want me taking any crap from anybody! There were certainly other examples, but there were just certain things I remember wanting her opinion on more than Carol’s. Here’s where it starts to get fun...Growing up, I never really knew what Liz did. She just said she helps people too, just like Mom does. And honestly I never really pushed. That was until I had a school project my senior year in high school. We had a project where we had to do this nature vs nurture thing. And to do so, we had to figure out the how’s and why’s of how are parents thought. One of the suggested topics was, what do our parents do for a living. Do they do what they love or what pays the bills? What did they want to be when growing up as opposed to what they are actually doing. And what role (if any) does that play in our current decision making process. Does nature dictate that work is what I do, not who I am...or....are we encouraged (nurtured) to follow our passions and figure out how to pay our bills while doing what we love. Turns out it was more of a critical thinking project that was supposed to make us step back and see how we all attack life’s challenges. With college, or the “real world”, right around the corner, we were suddenly going to be making decisions all by ourselves for the first time and he hoped to open our eyes as to the many different ways we can go about that. So I jumped right in. We had Christmas break coming up so I asked both Mom & Liz if I could go to work with them one day over break. I told them about my project and how I was supposed to get to know what each of them did. At first they tried to just focus me on Mom’s job, her office, that sort of thing. But I kept pushing. So finally one night, after dinner they said we need to talk. They said I was old enough to hear this now, but asked that it stayed within the house. Long story short, Liz finally told me what she actually did for a living. Liz was/is a professional dominatrix.

Thanks for the feedback. I wasn’t sure about the colored font either, so I’ll skip it for now. CHAPTER 2 There it is, the “it”...I’m wearing diapers again. Why? Because I can’t stop peeing myself. Most of the time it’s like a slow drip. But sometimes my body remembers that I’m toilet trained and does actually hold it for a while. Problem is, that just usually results in a bigger wetting all at once. Which quite frankly, I’m not sure is worse. It happened when I got into the car accident a week or so ago. Apparently there is a proper way to where a seatbelt, placement is key. When the EMS team got me out of my car, they could tell I was more worried about the state of my pants then I was the condition of my car. They told me not to worry, it happens all the time in car accidents. But that’s my super delicate ego for you. A few more days of damp boxers and wet couch cushions and I had to go see someone. At 1st the doctor just thought I bruised something down there. He gave me the whole medical explanation, but honestly, I forget exactly what he said. Basically my body, more specifically my bladder, was not holding in my urine because of the trauma down there. That the muscles were involuntarily letting go so that I could avoid pain. As the days went by and things got worse, they did more tests and revealed a small tear and an infection. That’s when I had to face facts. In addition to the medication for the infection (which requires me to drink a lot of water) he also gave me a prescription for disposable briefs. I tried a few different types and found success with some pull on types during the day. They held up just fine for the drip that became more constant as the days went by. Even held up well with the moderate accidents from time to time. At night however, they were a different story. I mean, it’s pretty embarrassing to have to admit to yourself that you have become a bed wetter in your late 20s. You know what’s even more embarrassing? Realizing that you still actually wet the bed, while wearing adult briefs. Like you wet SO much, that they can’t even hold it all. So, back to the doctors I went. Had that embarrassing conversation. And got my prescription for real adult diapers. So, here I am. In all my diapered glory. Not only, getting scolded by this cute young nurse. But about to have my diaper checked by that very same nurse who, many years ago, I was responsible for changing her diapers. Katie, look, I...I didn’t mean to...I mean, I don’t need...The sweat must have been obvious at this point. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I wanted her to be anyone but her. I’m stumbling over my words, I can’t make eye contact. Holy crap...Am I crying? No, I can’t let that happen. As I am fighting back whatever must have gotten into my eyes, trying to regain any sort of composure she reaches out for another hug. This time I could almost feel her pity come through her hug. It wasn’t the same enthusiasm as before. It was softer, gentler...I kind of expected a condescending “there, there” to come next. Oh, CJ, why didn’t you tell me? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Her tone was caring and sweet, not condescending at all. You have a medical issue, it happens way more often than you think. Do you think any medical professional would look down on you for that? Let alone, me!?!? I would never make you feel bad for this. As she let go of the hug and stepped back, I could tell she really felt bad for me. Not because of my issue, not like she looked down on me. But because of how embarrassed I was. I know, I know. I should have told you when you were here earlier. But come on, can you blame me? I mean not only is it super embarrassing, but then it’s you. I was just so shocked to see you. I mean, I haven’t we haven’t seen each other in forever and there you are all excited to see me, and I’m excited to see you and then what? Oh by the way... Hey, I get it. I don’t know what I would have done if the roles were reversed. By that doesn’t mean you get to lie? Well, technically I didn’t lie. You didn’t ask me if I, you know...you just assumed and went about your day. Told me to say hi to my folks. That was it. CeeeeJaaay?? She said my initials long and slow, and I knew what she was getting at. Do you really think you are in a position to argue semantics at this point? You should have told me. Besides, did you really want me going back to the receptionist desk telling her she made a mistake. Only for her to tell me that in fact, I was the one misinformed. Imagine my surprise at that one. Ok, you’re right. I’m sorry. That’s better. Apology accepted. Now we are just looking at each other. Although I feel a little relief that that conversation is over, now what? My eyes kind of scan the room a bit as eye contact is still a bit uneasy for me right now. Soooo, now that you know... Actually, I don’t know. You still haven’t answered my question. As her eyes glance down towards my crotch. What do you mean? Well, I asked if you needed a fresh diaper? Again, I followed her eyes. I really wished her eyes stayed up too. But no, again they fell to my diaper area. Oh, ahhh...no I’m good. Don’t worry about it. As I scream in my head...Please stop looking down there!!!! No, sir! It is my job to worry about it. It’s the job of the nurse to make sure the doctor can get started on the exam right away when he gets in. Although I’m sure he has seen plenty of wet diapers in his time, he has requested that the nursing staff make sure the diapers are fresh and the area is clean. So, I repeat, do you need a fresh diaper? Are you “good” as in you are dry or are you “good” as in you don’t want me to know.

Hey Y’all! I posted the teaser for “Covid Times” earlier and told you I had two stories done. Here is the 1st part to the other story I have. This one is more of a full chapter rather than just a teaser. Let me know what you think... ——————————————- Ok, have a seat in here, the Doctor will be with you shortly. Man, I hate the doctor’s office...ok, hate may be a strong word. Don’t like is probably a little less dramatic. But I’ve never been a fan. The waiting to get an appointment, then you have to wait again in the waiting area, then you wait in the exam room and then you wait even more for the results. Actually, maybe its not the doctor, maybe it’s just waiting I don’t like. Anyways, here I am waiting for the doctor to come in. I’ve been here before, maybe this time he will tell me what is wrong. At first, it was thought is was just a “bruise” of some sorts. But it kept happening, so then we did some tests and the tests came back showing that it was a small tear, which then got an infection. Which only made it worse. What is “it” you ask. Well, I’ve been having some trouble with... Knock, knock After a few quick raps on the door. A cute nurse in pink polka dot scrubs comes in before I can even say hello. She kind of backs in, pulling with her a cart loaded with supplies. She seems rushed, hair is a bit a mess, her clipboard full with names and doesn’t seem like too many are crossed off. “Hi, Christopher James Harris, correct? That’s me. I then get better look at her. She seems familiar, but she’s new here. I would have certainly seen her in one of my past visits. I’m trying to figure out where I know her from. Then I get a feeling I might have been staring at her too long. But she seems to be doing the same. Wait, Chris Harris!?!? Chris Harris of 414 St Claude street? Ah, yeah....that’s weird. How do you know where I grew up? Oh my gosh....CJ!!!! It’s me, Katie! Katie Mason. Holy grown up Batman. Katie? Wow, what a blast from the past! How’ve you been, it’s been a long time? Since when do you work here? Standing in front of me is the grown up version of the little girl down the street I used to babysit. We’ve know each other, well I should say our families, have known each other for probably 20-30 years. I was older by 7 years to her and a few other neighborhood kids so I was the designated babysitter for our street as kids. Mainly I was Katie’s babysitter. Our Mom’s were/are really good friends so our parents all hung out together a bunch back then. Birthdays, holidays, cookouts...you name it, we celebrated it together. Heck, I think they still get together at least once a month or so now. Katie’s parents divorced, I think, so her and her Mom moved to the other side of town in a bit smaller place when she was in High School. I’ve known this girl since she was born. Wow! CJ, it’s so good to see you! She comes over so quick I can’t even hop off the exam table and wraps her arms around for great big ‘ol hug. I’ve been good, really good. But no, I don’t work here, I work with Dr. Adams, the pediatrician next door. Her and Dr. Charles share the building, but we are so packed over there with this nasty flu going around that Dr. Charles has let us spill over here for some of our patients. But you look good, are you just getting it or just getting over it? Actually, neither thank god. have been lucky so far to avoid it. I’m here for something else. So wait, did you say you are helping out my doctor or is my doctor helping your doctor??? Oh yeah, my job! No, your doctor is helping ours out. They must have switched up some charts, I don’t really know why I’m even in your exam room. I’m supposed to be on prep duty. I go in before the doctor and make sure the little ones have a dry diaper on, check temperatures...you know, basically the low level stuff. I just graduated a few months ago from nursing school so I have to start somewhere. But it’s good, I don’t mind diaper duty, it was my goal to do pediatrics so I’m pretty happy. How have you been by the way, gosh when was the last time I saw you? Was it your Graduation Party for High School or College? College I think, I think you and your parents came over for the party my parents held for my undergrad. I’m good, I’m a teacher over at the University. At this point, I’m almost speechless. I don’t know what to say, what to do. I mean she was the last person I was expecting to see today. And now I’m just stuck, sitting on this crappy exam table trying to figure out what to do next. I mean this is Katie, little Katie Mason...but all grown up. She’s...she’s kind of cute. More than kind of actually. Now here she is in front of me as Nurse Katie or is it Nurse Mason, wait which one is it? Hi....earth to CJ! Hey, where did you go there? You kind of zoned out for a second. I was saying, seeing as how I’m assuming you don’t need your diaper changed, I’m going to get back to wiping butts down the hall. Ha, my diaper? Hahaha! She giggled at the thought I’m sure. Yeah, that would have been pretty funny. Kind of fitting, I mean you changed my diapers for years. I would have loved to repay the favor. Don’t forget the pull-up years too! A quick poke at her bed wetting days, which were most of the babysitting days. I don’t think I changed too many of her real diapers I would have been too young. But I know there were a few of those early cookouts I was helping. You know, the big 10 year old that I was back then, thinking I belonged at the adult table back then. Hey now, be nice! I couldn’t tell if the smile and blush was flirty or actual embarrassment. But she turned around and with one hand on her hip the other was pointed right at me. I remember you used to tell me those pull ups were for the cool kids, mister! Immediately my hands went up in self preservation. Ok, ok, cheap shot acknowledged and apologized for. Man, that smirk of hers worked me over so well as the pushover babysitter that I was and it’s still working good for her now. You were and still are a part of the cool kids club! Well, I’m off. It was really good to see you CJ, I hope whatever you are here for isn’t too serious. Tell your Mom & Dad I said hi too. Let’s not go another 100 years before we see each other again, ok? I will, and I’m sure they would say hi back, so there you go. Let me know when you need a babysitter again and we can catch up! Another poke from me...and another smirk back at me just before the door closed. Man, Katie Mason is a nurse. Good for her. Almost bad for me though. As I was coming down from my flirty high, it started to set in. That could have gone so, so bad right there. I mean, it took me so long just to come in and talk to the doctor about what is going on. I actually spent time finding a guy doctor just to protect my stupid male pride. I had ZERO desire to talk to a female doctor about this. I know, I know...stupid. But hey, I admit it, I own it. After the accident, I put it off. I thought it would go away on its own. When it didn’t...I found Dr. Charles and just hoped he had older nurses. Turns out, he didn’t have nurses so I was in the clear there. I don’t know how much the receptionist knows about the patients and what they are here for, but as far as I’m concerned they know nothing and that is what I choose to blindly believe. It’s all I can do really. If I thought they they knew why I was here, I would probably still be on WebMD trying to figure it out myself. So, back to the topic at hand. You see, the main issue is... Knock...knock....knock This time the knocks were a bit more dragged out. The door opened slowly and Katie stuck her head in 1st as if she was trying to not catch me in an compromised position. Ahem....ummm....CJ? Once she saw it was clear, she came in, closed the door, but stood right in front of the door almost like she was blocking someone coming in. Why do I suddenly feel like this is about to get awkward. Ah, yeah Katie? Did you forget something? Ummmm....quick question. Do you remember we used to pinky promise growing up? Yeah, sure I think I do. Oh yeah, I remember. Why, what happened? Did one of the kids just ask you to pinky promise something? No, not exactly. As she spoke, it’s like I could see her smirk hiding just behind a growing sense of confidence. Kind of like a dominance was bubbly to the surface. I was referring to a particular promise you made me make to you after you caught me lying about my homework one day, do you remember? Crap, what the hell could she be talking about. That was what, 10, 11, 12...15 years ago? What could she be talking ab....oh wait!!!! You know what, I think I do. If memory serves me correctly, I got in trouble because I believed a certain little girl did her math tables the day before when in fact she did not! Now it was my turn to feel a bit confident. My chest started to puff out a bit. As her arms crossed her chest, she shifted her petit frame with all the authority she could muster. Well, look at the big brain on Christopher. Christopher? She never called me Christopher. My chest wasn’t so puffed out anymore. Not sure if is was the name usage, or her ever growing confidence she was putting out, but the control in the room seemed to shift. Yes, you made me promise...a PINKY PROMISE no less...never to lie to you again. And in turn you wouldn’t do the same to me. Question, do pinky promises expire Christopher? Ummmmm, no? No! No they don’t mister. So would you like to tell me anything? Maybe correct a past oversight on your part from earlier. You know, before you hurt my feelings and break a 15 year old pinky promise. Uhh.... Think, mister! Think long and hard. Now I’m sweating. I mean like fresh off a treadmill sprint kind of sweat. Shit! You know when you are afraid to admit to something for fear it’s not the thing you were supposed to admit to, so now in effect you've basically admitted to a second thing and get in even more trouble? Yeah, that’s me. But I can’t for the life of me think what I lied about. I mean, what did we talk about? I’m waiting Christopher. Crap, crap crap.....as she walks over to me I’m drawing a complete blank. Gone is the friendly face that rushed over to give me a hug when she recognized me, the cute/flirty smirk from earlier replaced with a raised eyebrow that is making this sweaty idiot wish he could back away as quickly as she was coming toward me. But I couldn’t, I was stuck, sitting on this stupid exam table wishing I was anywhere else. Now she is so close to me that my knees are just about touching the waistband of her scrubs. She reaches over and puts her hands on my knees. Now almost nose-to-nose... Christopher, why didn’t you correct me earlier? Hmmm? I thought I was sent to the wrong exam room, I thought they got the information wrong at the front desk. But as we both know, I wasn’t given the wrong room. I was asked to check on the correct patient. So, let me be a bit more direct this time. Christopher James Harris, do you need a fresh diaper?

Hey Y’all! I hope everyone is staying safe out there. I’ve been a long time visitor and even tried my hand at writing under a different name in the past. This time I decided to do things differently. This time, I wrote (and finished) two stories before saying hi. Last time I figured I would just write as I went along and that proved to be way too hard. So here we go again! I have signed up for Patreon, but wanted to see if anyone was interested before going there. So if people are interested, I’ll post the link. For now, let’s see if anyone likes what I have to say. This is the first story called “Covid Times” ————————————— Hey everybody, Sara here! Ok, not really “Sara”...I’ve changed my name for this blog, but I had to call myself something right? Why have I changed my name, well, we will get into that in a bit. Before I do however, there are some other people I would like to introduce...Mom, boyfriend, best fried, etc...and yes I have changed their names as well. The story I’ve got for you is pretty awesome, but also pretty personal. So while I really wanted to put it out there, I did want to protect everyone’s privacy. So, like I said...hey everybody!!! So let me ask, what have y’all been doing with your Covid break? Catch up on some shows? Read any good books? Get some home improvement/organization projects done? Build a garden or maybe test out some cool new recipes in the kitchen? They all sound like fun ideas! It’s been a nice change of pace to hear how people have used this down time. I know it’s been stressful for everyone, my house included. My boyfriend (we live together) was laid off just as it was starting to get bad. This was about 4 months or so ago, middle of March I think. So I get it, but some good can come out of it right? Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had to make some cutbacks. We cook a lot at home, we’ve gotten rid of unnecessary expenses...for example cable. Yep, we are now “cord cutters”! I mean, with Netflix and the internet we are fine. We hung on to cable because Andy (my amazing boyfriend) is a sports junky, like most guys in their late 20’s. And let’s face it, not much happening in the sports world these days. But after the initial “man that sucks” moment, is cooking at home together such a bad thing? I will say, we are lucky in the sense that we do have the benefit of my job still. Being a writer isn’t keeping us rich, but I did sign my book deal just before this all went down so my advance has kept us whole for a while. And, bright side, I’ve been able to get a lot of writing done, so yeah for that! Alright, let’s get back to why we are here...why I changed my name...and tell you a bit about what “Andy” and I have been doing these past couple months. And no, I won’t put “air quotes” around our names from now on, I’ll just stick with Andy & Sara. Ok, ok...what have I been doing with my break? Well, I’ve been able to get a lot of writing done as I mentioned. We have been able to spend more time with my parents than we usually do, which has been nice. My best friend and Andy have gotten closer, which is great for all three of us, but me especially because I love having her around. Oh, and I put Andy back in diapers. So yeah, pretty full schedule as of late. Want to know more???