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[Guilend]

I loved it. I'm torn though. One part of me hopes Becky doesn't find out that Amanda is trying to cover it up and another part hopes she does just to find out how that might possibly change how Becky might handle it.

 

I loved the beer part. It got me to laughing like Mel was doing lol.

[Gentle Gemma]

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[Alex Bridges]

Chapter 32 Part 2

 

“Hey! What’d we miss,” Lauren asked when she and Becky and Daniel approached the table. Daniel was walking in back, strategically positioned to run if need be.

 

“What did you guys? Buhahaha. You and your questions,” Donna said like the goody two-shoes she was, completely inexperienced at carrying a perfectly good lie through to its conclusion. Mel and Amanda stared daggers at her. Mel discreetly pinched her legs and mouthed ‘shut up’ when she turned.

 

“Not much, just eating fair food,” Amanda answered smoothly.

 

“Jamie’s asleep? Awww. He’s just so adorable,” Lauren said.

 

“Well, it was his regular morning nap time, and he at some little ice cream and got drowsy.”

 

“Why did you change his clothes,” Becky asked, kneeling down to the stroller to admire her sleeping little boy.

 

“He leaked. Even got some on his shirt,” Amanda answered.

 

“Daniel Allen,” Lauren scolded, “You were supposed to check him!”

 

“18 more months of this,” Daniel muttered. No one heard.

 

“Did you guys find anything,” Mel asked.

 

“No. Same stuff as always. Think our potpourri from last year’s got a few months left in it. How long as Jamie been asleep?”

 

“About a half hour.”

 

“Do you think he’s hungry? Should we wake him and get some lunch?”

 

“Sure,” Amanda shrugged. Please-don’t-be-drunk-please-don’t-be-drunk-please-don’t-be-drunk, she prayed silently.

 

“Jamie … Jamie …” Rebecca sang as she shook his shoulder. “Hey, kiddo. Sorry to wake you, but we thought you might be ready for some lunch.”

 

Jamie groggily opened his eyes. “Hi, Mom.”

 

“Oh, just sleepyhead today. Did Uncle Danny wear you out.”

 

“I guess so he,” he yawned as he sat up and stretched his arms.

 

“What did you guys do?”

 

“Saw the dogs. Cruised some chicks. Had a beer.” Mel pinched Donna as a preventive measure, and Amanda and Daniel both held their breath.

 

Becky tut-tutted at Daniel. “Your sense of humor is wearing off on him.”

 

“Well,” he said, “We’re guys. Guys gotta do guy things sometimes, right?”

 

“If you say so. C’mon, Jamie,” Becky said she put him on her hip. “Hmmm. You smell like … musty peppermint.”

 

“I’ve smelled like worse.”

 

“Like I’ve forgotten. Why don’t you guys stay here and protect the table, and Amanda and Mel and me will bring something back,” Rebecca said.

 

Becky carried him on her hip back toward the food section with Amanda and Mel in tow. They were feeling confident they’d gotten away with it. So was Jamie, and he wanted to get a more definitive verdict on the subject.

 

“Hey, Mom? Are littles allowed to have alcohol?”

 

“No, sweetie. It’s bad for you.”

 

“It’s bad for everybody.”

 

“Well, if you need something to take the edge off, just come find me.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because this is so much better than a beer, isn’t it?” She shifted him to her shoulder, kissed him on the cheek, patted his butt, and circled the small of his back with her fingernails. He had to admit, it did take the edge off and then some.

 

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After lunch they abandoned their table and headed back toward the lake. With tents blocking every view, Jamie felt disoriented even though he’d been to the park so many times before. IT was as though everything were squeezed into the corridor of the tents, and only on the other side of them did it look like the park he knew. A book fair was occupying the field he played tag in. They headed toward the hill overlooking the lake.

 

On the way they passed the booths for the local politicians and candidates running for office. Jamie was intrigued. From Becky’s hip he asked one of the people at a booth which one of them was running for office. A blonde in red pantsuit smiled at him condescendingly. “She couldn’t be here in person today. Would you like a sticker?”

 

“Nope. I like it when politicians show up.”

 

“Little has a point,” Daniel said. The woman was already fake-smiling at someone else.

 

“What are politics like here,” Jamie asked.

 

“What are they like where you’re from?”

 

“You vote for the candidate you want to see in office, and if you’re smart you’re already prepared to be disappointed if they win.”

 

“Meh. Same here.”

 

The tents around the lake were larger canvas affairs and much more spaced out. “What’s this section,” Jamie asked.

 

“This is the re-enactor section,” Amanda explained. “This was my favorite section when I was a kid.”

 

“Because you were a nerd,” Mel chimed in.

 

“Melissa! You’re gonna teach him to say mean things,” Donna protested. Jamie ran through a list of all the means things he decided not to say. So did Mel.

 

“What are they re-enacting?”

 

“Just like at various times in Itali history.” They walked to wear a blacksmith was making … well, not so much making as demonstrating how to hit hot iron with a hammer. It didn’t seem to be becoming anything.

 

At the next booth, a woman was selling homemade soap and candles and jars of honey. The next was selling various homemade, supposedly, knickknacks.

 

At the next, a man was shearing sheep while his wife spun wool.

 

“Hmm,” Mel said, “Smells like hot sheep.”

 

Offended, Jamie shot back, “I did not!”

 

“Sheep,” Mel said. “Sheep. With a ‘P.’”

 

“Oh. Sorry,” he blushed. “What are they supposed to be?”

 

“War re-enactors. From the War of the Islands,” Amanda answered.

 

“Nerd,” Mel whispered.

 

“How come no one ever re-enacts peasants trying to make it through the winter,” Jamie asked. He’d always thought war re-enactors were just a bunch of guys who liked playing dress up and maybe enjoyed history, but there wasn’t much educational in watching two dozen people rush at each other across a football field and pretend to die. “Who even won?”

 

“No one.” That sounded about right to Jamie.

 

“Want to go watch the music,” Lauren asked. Everyone agreed.

 

Past the lake and back in the direction of the entrance they’d come in at. The hill the park sat on sloped down there toward a drainage canal that fed into the lake. In front of the canal was stage, and in front of that an open grassy area serving as a dance floor, and in front of that running most of the way to the top of the hill were picnic tables full of people.

 

Jamie sometimes went to events like this back home. Summer concert series in the park where local bands played covers, fairs, festivals. Always up front there were one or two couples actually dancing and groups of teen and pre-teen girls in a circle sort of dancing. Jamie’s favorite to watch were two other types of dancers.

 

The first were the very young kids dancing alone under the watchful eye of their parents and aunts and uncles and all the adults and older kids and teens who made up their village, jerking and turning and clapping and stepping to a whole other rhythm and not in the least embarrassed by it. For them, dancing was something you did because your body just wanted to and it was fun. They were years away from when dancing became something you were supposed to be good at. He loved watching that age, especially in the summer, a golden age in a golden season. The second were the young parents who rushed on to the grass and stooped down, taking their child’s hands and dancing with nearly as much abandon as the children. Mom and dad were always smiling, and the kids were always laughing and sweating in the fading heat, and their love looked so complete, so innocent, so fulfilling and joyful it made him long for something like it, or at least the memory of it.

 

“Who wants to dance,” Amanda asked. Mel and Donna were in.

 

“I’ll stay here,” Jamie said. “I don’t dance.”

 

“Of course you do,” Amanda said plainly, taking him by the wrist and leading him down to the grass. She knelt and took his shoes off and her own and then pulled near the center of the stage. The three bigs formed a haphazard triangle with him in the middle. Bewildered and embarrassed, he moved his feet a little and stayed more or less in the same spot. He wasn’t having any fun. He wanted to back and sit on the grass and watch. He was comfortable watching. He liked watching.

 

“You can do better than that,” Amanda shouted over the music. “Do it with me!” She slowed down and did what looked to Jamie like a modified chicken dance. He chuckled and watched. “Ya gotta!” He demurred and followed her lead. He started doing what she did, only slower and less coordinated and out of sync.

 

“My turn!” Donna stooped down and took his hand, and suddenly Jamie was spinning around and whipped out to the end of her arm’s length and then spun back in again. She took his other hand and swung her hips to the left, bringing Jamie to his right, and then to her right, bringing Jamie to her left. She pulled him close and pushed him away and pulled him close again. He was sweating and dizzy and out of breath and no longer caring if he was good at this or who was watching or how many. It was just fun, and whether there was any resemblance between the rhythm of the band and the rhythm of his body didn’t matter.

 

Mel bent down and picked him and up, keeping one arm around his waist and another outstretched with his hand in hers. She danced like rock ‘n’ roll had just been invented, part swing and part blues with her hips gyrating and her lead arm going up and down with Jamie’s feet dangling clear off the ground. She set him back down, twirled him in a circle and grabbed his free hands, spinning until his feet left the ground and he couldn’t distinguish the stage from the crowd in the blur.

 

Finally the song ended, all four of them out of breath and sweating and giggling. Rebecca broke into their circle and picked Jamie up so his legs were wrapped around her waist and his arms were around her neck, and as the band changed to a slow tune she laid his head against her shoulder and swayed one hip and the other and the first again as she slowly made a circle.

 

“Mama’s handsome boy,” she whispered, rocking slow back and forth with the music playing slow and Jamie held right against her.

 

So this is what it’s like to dance with your mom, Jamie sighed. It was better even than he imagined it.

[Guilend]

Great chapter.

 

That was a close one. Thank goodness for Jaimie and Amanda.

 

Now that I've said that, i have a gut feeling mama is going to find out or didn't believe it in the first place and is just waiting till Jaimie is asleep for the night before giving Amanda a good tongue lashing for lying about something like that. Which she shouldn't have. Maybe a day or two or just a couple nights wearing diapers that I'm sure she probably still has left over from when she wet the bed might get her to realize not to hide things like that and essentially lying to her mother. Buuuut that's my opinion and that's also if mama finds out and mamas always eventually find out.

 

Ooh i know, maybe beer from this wirld might do something odd to Jamie and after a dr visit Becky finds out. Like maybe it turns his pee an odd color or it's like Viagra. The possibilities are endless lol.

[Shawnie]

"You vote for the candidate you want to see in office, and if you’re smart you’re already prepared to be disappointed if they win.”

 

bhahaha that's funny

[Alex Bridges]

On 4/8/2019 at 10:33 AM, Little_Mouse said:

That was really funny to read ?

Come on Amanda - don't get so mad. Remember Jamie is not a baby or small child. He is still an adult. Of cause you just want to protect Jamie. But try not to overprotect and belittle him please.

And poor Daniel Allen, he just drank a beer together with Jamie, no big deal. Just normal guy thing to do. Daniel did nothing wrong here. Jamie is an adult in a "little" body. An unregressed little with an adult mind and adult needs like a beer sometimes. Maybe he got a little drunk do to the strong beer. But it is probably not the first time in his life he got drunk. But maybe the last time...

Really hope Daniel continue to do guy stuff together with Jamie after this lecture from Amanda. ?

I loved Mel in this situation. She keept herself clam and I think she and Jamie both had some fun here. ?

And Donna? You are just crazy girl. Probably need some pills to cure that ? 

But in this world, Jamie is not an adult. He’s a little, a mentally fully developed little, but a little. I’m still trying to suss out the difference between that and an adult as Bigs see it, but I also keep thinking back to what Cheryl told him: they’re not pretending when they don’t see us as fully capable of functioning in their world. By their standards, we’re not.

Whether that’s because they’re bigger, smarter or just species chauvinism or some more legitimate reason, I don’t know yet.

And to an extent, littles, even Jamie, are okay with that and maybe even believe that because they did agree to it when they adopted themselves out.

?

 

[SGTbaby]

Love the two chapters but the drunk one was the best! Probably one of my favorite all time that I have ever read on this site!

[Sarah Penguin]

Kind of sad people didn't listen  to his he didn't dance thing and dragged him off anyhow.  Story of my life.  Terribly uncoordinated.

[Little_Mouse]

6 hours ago, Author_Alex said:

But in this world, Jamie is not an adult. He’s a little, a mentally fully developed little, but a little. I’m still trying to suss out the difference between that and an adult as Bigs see it, but I also keep thinking back to what Cheryl told him: they’re not pretending when they don’t see as fully capable of functioning in their world. By their standards, we’re not.

Whether that’s because they’re bigger, smarter or just species chauvinism or some more legitimate reason, I don’t know yet.

And to an extent, littles, even Jamie, are okay with that and maybe even believe that because they did Accor it when they adopted themselves out.

?

 

Thanks for the explanation. Now it all makes more sense to me. ?

I just got angry at Amanda because I judged her from my point of view as a human. But all she did was to protect and respect Jamie the best she could from a bigs point of view...sorry Amanda. ?

And Daniel... he could do some "how to become a responsible farther in the bigs world" training together with Jamie the next 18 months. ?

And myself...I should probably stay on Earth, even if we one day open a gate to another dimension with Bigs. ?

 

[Alex Bridges]

5 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

Kind of sad people didn't listen  to his he didn't dance thing and dragged him off anyhow.  Story of my life.  Terribly uncoordinated.

But he had fun when they helped him do it

[LtlGary]

Amazing chapter!

[the diaper mike]

Awesome chapter

[Josiesol1]

My heart melted st the dancing with your mom part. 

[Alex Bridges]

Chapter 33

 

“So, all in all, did you have fun today?” Amanda was in the rocking chair with Jamie in her lap. She’d made a point of making sure she put him to bed so she could talk about the day without her mom there. They talked quietly, knowing a secret is a delicate thing. 

 

“Yeah, I did. Even with Danny.”

 

“Or especially with Danny?”

 

Jamie shrugged. “Not like he set out to get me drunk. He just didn’t think, and I guess neither did I. But I don’t see what the big deal is. Not my first time having a drink.”

 

“That was a big beer.”

 

“It wasn’t that big.”

 

“No, that was a Big beer, as in for Bigs.”

 

“What’s different about it?”

 

“I’m not sure, but ya know how I don’t like little food and you practically get high on it? Big beer is for Bigs like little food is for Littles. They don’t make alcohol designed for Littles. Or did you always get that drunk back home off of half a cup of beer?”

 

“I assumed it was because I hadn’t had anything to drink since I left, and I could taste it was stronger ... if they did make alcohol for Littles, could I have some?”

 

“But they don’t.”

 

Jamie was getting irritated. So alcohol for Bigs was different than what he had back home, and maybe he’d be able to hold it better if here bigger, but it was just a drink. “I’m not a kid, ya know.”

 

“I know you’re not. You’re a little.”

 

“I’m an adult.”

 

“An adult little.”

 

Jamie pouted. “Then I guess I don’t what that means.” What make an adult little different from an adult big? No one had told him so far. It seemed an arbitrary distinction. Bigs were bigger and smarter. That doesn’t make then more adult than a little, at least not that Jamie could see. 

 

“It means that it’s our job to take care of you even when that means you don’t get to do something you want to.”

 

“That seems arbitrary. And unfair.”

 

“Okay. Let’s turn this around then. Give me a good reason to drink.”

 

“Um, socialize, relax, feel less self-conscious.”

 

“There are ways to do all those things without doing something that kills your brain cells.”

 

“But you do it!” Jamie raised his voice a little too loud. This was just hypocritical. 

 

“Shh! If Mom hears, were both gonna be in more trouble than we’ve ever been in before. Part of my job and Mom’s job and every responsible big’s job is to take better care of you than you would take care of yourself, even if that means we take better care of you than we take care of ourselves. That’s just part of being a little. It’s what you signed up for, and frankly, it’s why you came here, right? To let go of responsibility. That requires giving up the right to make certain choices. You can’t choose everything for yourself and not be responsible for yourself at the same time.”

 

“So if I were here as an independent little, people wouldn’t look down on me?” He didn’t believe for a second that was true. Maybe they didn’t treat independent littles differently, but he was sure they saw them differently, and he couldn’t see in what way they were right to. Species chauvinism is all he could think to call it. Discrimination.

 

“Some would. Some wouldn’t. Smart people - good people - wouldn’t. You have to remember what a unicorn you are to people. If all you’ve known are regressed Littles, it’s hard to separate the species from the cognitive development. And remember, every adopted little in Italy, you included, consented to this. You’re not here as an independent little, you signed up to be taken care of, and I’m going to take the best care of you I know how whether you like it or not.”

 

Jamie just wanted to cut to the chase. This wasn’t about beer or who signed up for what. This wasn’t about who was regressed and who wasn’t. “Amanda, when you look at me, do you see a lesser species or not?”

 

“Not, Jamie. Not. And not Mom and not anyone who knows you and cares about you.”

 

That would have to be enough. He could accept not getting to make all his own decisions, and if the people he cared about and who cared about him respected him for what and who he was, that speaks enough to fight all the people who didn’t. He sighed and slumped against Amanda. She and Mom and Lauren and Jane and Danny and April and Mel were all on his side in the ways that mattered.

 

“I’m tired, Amanda.”

 

For reasons and in ways even she couldn’t understand.

 

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The day after the fair had been normal; there were no lingering questions or assertions or complaints. Jamie isn’t care about the beer. That seemed to matter a lot more to everyone else than it did to him. He didn’t need it, and he hadn’t especially even wanted it. It was just the symbolism of it, and symbolism was pretty much all it was. He didn’t get in trouble much, and he didn’t disagree with Mom or Amanda much, so the extent he had given up most of his autonomy, that didn’t much bear on his actual life. He knew he’d just have to accept it, be prepared to disappointed and even angry sometimes, and trust that he had made the right decisions and that by giving up the autonomy he would be better able to grapple with the issues he had before he came.

 

The day after that, it was well past drop off time, and Ella wasn’t at daycare. Jamie wasn’t worried about her, just disappointed she wasn’t there. Having her around also seemed to make Bobby keep his distance, afraid he’d get in trouble for misbehaving even around her, and without her, he seemed to remember Jamie existed and that he didn’t like him.

 

First it was Jamie’s outfit. He’d worn his new purple overalls with the bunny on the butt, so Bobby called him Sissy Bunny Butt. Jamie didn’t mind the name, but around the two hundredth repetition of it, his patience was thin.

 

Jamie tried to draw, and Bobby sat next to him and bumped his chair.

 

Jamie tried to read. Bobby decided to loudly hum in the reading corner.

 

Enough was enough. Jamie could see only one solution. He had to tell. He had to man up and tattle.

 

Bobby landed in timeout. 

 

“Thanks, April.”

 

“Don’t mention it. He was begging for it.” 

 

But all timeouts come to an end, and if they were going to deter Bobby, they’d have done so a dozen bullying victims ago. Everyone went outside, and Jamie went to the back of the field where liked to be alone and put in his headphones blocking out the world and reading his book. That how Bobby found him.

 

“I don’t like you,” the little shit said. Jamie could hear him, so he shouted it inches away from Jamie’s ear.

 

Jamie was running out of patience; he took out one of his earphones. “Yeah, you’ve said that before. Can I help you with something or what.”

 

Bobby kicked grass and dust at him. When Jamie didn’t respond, he announced it angrily. “I’m kicking dirt on you!” He couldn’t understand why Jamie didn’t cry or at least get angry. If he got angry, Jamie might try to hit him, and the. Bobby could hit back without getting in as much trouble, and Bobby was sure he would win. “Do something!”

 

Jamie slammed his book shut. He knew the only way he’d get any peace and quiet was to change into his running outfit and start doing laps. He could outrun Bobby easily. He stood up and started walking away, getting no more than three steps before Bobby shoved him from behind. He turned around to avoid being shoved again, and Bobby delivered a glancing sucker punch to Jamie’s shoulder. 

 

“Ahhh! Goddamit!” Of course Jamie wanted to hit back, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t hit a regressed little. It was just wrong. But Bobby didn’t know that. He stood waiting for Jamie’s response so he could really hit him. Jamie backed away. If this was victory, it was very unsatisfying for Bobby, who lost his temper and tried to tackle Jamie. The clumsy mental toddler was easily dodged, and Jamie gave him a little shove as he went by, making him trip over his feet.

 

Bobby got up and tried again with the same result. And a third time. Unable to accomplish anything he want to achieve, Bobby did the second best thing he could think of after hitting Jamie, and threw a tantrum. Whatever instinct to help him Jamie  might normally have had wasn’t operating at the moment. He left Bobby pounding his feet and hands into the ground and walked over to Jordan.

 

“One of yours, right?”

 

“Sorry?” She hadn’t gotten know Jamie much. He pointed.

 

She sighed. Bobby wasn’t going anywhere so she took Jamie by the hand and approached April. Jamie wasn’t sure if he was in trouble or not. If he was, then he knew it was bullshit and wasn’t going to submit to it.

 

“Hey, April. I think we need a better plan on how to resolve this Jamie/Bobby thing.”

 

Jamie explained it. April had him lift his shirt so she could see his shoulder. It looked fine, but she gave it a kiss anyway.

 

“What Bobby needs is his butt spanked,” Jordan said.

 

Jamie grimaced. “If that was ever going to fix anything it’d have fixed by now.”

 

April was unsympathetic to the desire but agreed with Jamie. “You say that every other day, and you know we can’t anyway.” She turned to Jamie. “He’ll stop picking on you when he realizes there’s no upside to it.”

 

“And ...” Jamie said when she didn’t say more.

 

“So you used to work with kids. What stops a bully from picking on someone?”

 

“No. I won’t.”

 

“Even if we promise you won’t get in trouble,” Jordan asked.

 

“Yes. I’m not hitting someone who can’t even tie his own shoes. And even if he could, no.”

 

“Well, then we’ll talk to Diane and maybe she’ll schedule a parent conference or something.”

[YourFNF]

41 minutes ago, Author_Alex said:

Chapter 33

 

“So you used to work with kids. What stops a bully from picking on someone?”

 

“No. I won’t.”

 

“Even if we promise you won’t get in trouble,” Jordan asked.

 

“Yes. I’m not hitting someone who can’t even tie his own shoes. And even if he could, no.”

 

“Well, then we’ll talk to Diane and maybe she’ll schedule a parent conference or something.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I got to admire Jamie's restraint and convection...

I would have put the little shit in an arm lock until he agreed to stop fucking with me....

 

@Author_Alex

[Alex Bridges]

So Friday morning I am having surgery. You may not get an update tomorrow or Friday, I should be back up to it on Saturday.

[Gentle Gemma]

39 minutes ago, Author_Alex said:

So Friday morning I am having surgery. You may not get an update tomorrow or Friday, I should be back up to it on Saturday.

Good luck and safe surgery! 

Honestly,  I don't know if I would have had the resolve to not yell back.  I don't think I could get over Bobby still looking like and adult and that's when I would get into a verbal argument. 

[LtlGary]

Hope all goes well! You have been a great inspiration to me. There were times I thought I'd give up on my story but reading this masterwork reminds me why I want to be a writer. 

[YourFNF]

Best of luck!

@Author_Alex

[DiaperBoy37]

9 hours ago, Author_Alex said:

So Friday morning I am having surgery. You may not get an update tomorrow or Friday, I should be back up to it on Saturday.

Good luck! 

[Sarah Penguin]

Yeah good luck with the surgery hope everything goes well.

[Guilend]

Good luck and get well soon.

[kerry]

Echoing everyone else's best wishes. This is my current favorite story and you are doing a wonderful job with it. Get well.

[Little Andrea]

Good luck with your surgery.

[Pierry Louys]

Good luck man ! Take care and a plenty of rest