I Wish

[3bsg3]

This is loosely based on something that happened when I was about 4 years old* (roughly around 1997). It sort of a “what could have happened” sort of thing. However, the characters in this story are completely fictional. The story, like my real life incident, occurs in 1997.

 

*When I was about four, we were visiting a family friend. They had a toddler, meaning they had a buggy in their front hall. When no one was around I strapped myself in to see what it was like, but I couldn’t unbuckle the straps to get out. I had to call for help, the adults came into the front hall and chuckled at my predicament, then my mum’s friend’s husband (or boyfriend, I can’t remember) jokingly started to push the buggy towards the front door while I kicked and screamed “NO NO NO NO NO!”, then he laughed and finally freed me.

 

Part 1 - July 6th 1997

It was a hot and sunny afternoon as the Jempson family walked together down the street. Jack and Carol Jempson had two children. Their eldest, Charlotte who was twelve, walked ahead completely absorbed in the Spice Girls tape playing on her Walkman. Their younger daughter, Kimberley (Kimmy for short) who was eight, held Carol’s hand.

As he family continued walking, they moved to one side of the pavement to allow a mother with a buggy to go by. She had an adorable baby girl, who sat contentedly in her buggy sucking her dummy and kicking her bare feet. The straps had pushed her dress up showing off her nappy.

While most people would see this and think/say “what an adorable baby girl”, Kimmy felt a pang of jealousy. Although she could not remember her infancy she would give anything to be a cute little baby again; imagine having not having deal with the nasty girls at school who picked on her, instead being able to just spend her days playing with toys, watching cartoons and having everything done for her. Kimmy wanted so much to just be a sweet little baby in a buggy, cutely kicking her little legs.

The family arrived outside the home of their good friends: Lucy and Mick, and their three children; Nathan (11), Danny (9) and Jordanna (4). Despite their four year age difference, Jordanna was slightly taller, and a fair bit wider than Kimmy, who had always been a rather tiny child. Kimmy found herself being encouraged to play with Jordanna every time they visited, despite being much closer in age to the boys. She didn’t mind too much though, Jordanna had tons of great toys…they certainly weren’t rich, but they were much better off than the Jempson family. They had a big enough house for all their children to have their own room. Meanwhile Kimmy had to share with her big sister, who was always teasing her.

As they walked through the front door they were greeted by a large pile of assorted boxes and bags.

“Sorry about the mess”, Lucy apologised, “this is all ready to go to the charity shop.”

Amongst the mess, one object really stood out to Kimmy, a buggy! Jordanna’s old buggy stood amongst the mess. It was a silver cross one…not one of those massive posh looking buggys, just a small pushchair, navy blue with a pattern of little fruits, complete with a five-point harness. Kimmy stared at it longingly, the seat looked cosy and inviting and she couldn’t bear to turn away from it.

The two families went out into the back garden and enjoyed their barbeque. After eating, Charlotte went upstairs with the boys to play on their Nintendo 64 and Kimmy and Jordanna sat in the living room and watched the Cinderella video. After a little while Jordanna fell asleep, the older kids were upstairs engrossed in their computer game, and the adults were outside chatting; this was her chance!

Kimmy crept out of the room, careful not to wake Jordanna. She slowly closed the living room door behind her, and climbed up onto the cushioned seat of the buggy; it was so comfy! She sat in the seat, heart thumping at what she was about to do; she took the straps in her hands and buckled herself in. The harness was very loose, Jordanna was much larger than Kimmy after all, but Kimmy managed to figure out how tighten them. She sat back, the adjusted straps now holding her securely in place; there was no chance of baby wriggling free now! She stuck her thumb in her mouth, closed her eyes and pretended she was outside, her Mummy pushing her down the street. She pretended she was dressed in a cute little bodysuit, with a puffy nappy poking through the legholes.

“I wish this could be real,” she chanted in her head over and over until she fell fast asleep.

Sometime the later the adults came back inside, and found Jordanna snoozing on the sofa…but no Kimmy in sight, presumably she’d gone upstairs with the other kids. Carol opened the door and got the shock of her life; her eight year old daughter was strapped in a baby’s buggy, fast asleep and sucking her thumb! She beckoned to the others, and they all curiously watched her snoozing in the buggy. Carol went to wake her up when she suddenly noticed something, there was a wet patch on Kimmy’s leggings; she had even wet herself like a baby.

“Oh no,” Carol sighed, “she’s completely soaked”

Jack stepped forward and carefully unbuckled her and lifted her out.

“You can change her into something of Jordanna’s,” offered Lucy, “It might be a bit big for her though.”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Jack, “it’s only to get her home.”

Suddenly, Lucy had a brainwave and delved into the donation bags.

“We have a load of her old clothes here, they should fit,” she said, digging a bit more, “and maybe she should wear one of these in case she has another accident.

Lucy held up a package of Huggies nappies, leftover from when Jordanna was little.

***

The warm evening breeze roused the sleeping Kimmy. She opened her eyes and realised she was outside…but still strapped in the buggy (Lucy had offered to lend it to them to get her home). She was wearing a babyish bodysuit with a Miss Piggy motif and a pair of yellow cotton shorts with cute little frills on the elastic leg holes. The soft bulge in between her legs indicated that she was wearing a nappy.

“This can’t be real,” though Kimmy, “I’m still dreaming!”

She closed her eyes and opened them again…this seemed way too real to be a dream. She was being pushed down the street, strapped in a baby’s buggy, wearing baby clothes and a baby’s nappy. Kimmy didn’t know whether to be scared or thrilled. Was she in trouble for playing in the buggy, and why had they put her into a nappy and baby clothes?

Kimmy closed her eyes again pretending to be asleep. She pretended to be sleeping when they arrived home, when Mummy pulled off the shorts and checked the nappy, and when she felt Daddy lift her up to the top bunk and tuck her in, still wearing the cute bodysuit.

Kimmy woke up at some point in the night with a huge pressure on her bladder, she sat up and went to go to the toilet when she suddenly remembered what she was wearing. She felt the puffy underwear secure between her legs, imprisoned by the poppers of her bodysuit. Would Mummy and Daddy be angry if she took it off? Perhaps she should just pee in the nappy instead? Or should she go and wake up Mummy? Her bladder decided for her, she couldn’t hold it for a second more and the floodgates opened, soaking the thirsty padding. It felt kind of nice, and warm, she led back down and stuck her thumb in her mouth, drifting back off to sleep. The next time she needed to go she didn’t even wake up, and her nappy was soaked once again while Kimmy slept like a baby…literally.

Part 2

The next morning Kimmy was still fast asleep when Carol was ready to leave for work; Carol worked while Jack had always taken care of the girls. The two went up and checked on her, feeling her nappy…completely soaked.

“What are we going to do?” asked Carol.

“There must be something wrong,” said Jack, “I’ll ring and get her a doctor’s appointment after I’ve cleaned her up.”

“I’d better get going,” said Carol, “I still need to drop Charlotte off at school. Don’t forget to ring the school and tell them she won’t be in.”

Kimmy had been roused by their talking, she looked around groggily.

“Wakey wakey sleepyhead,” said Carol softly, “Mummy has to leave for work now, but you get to stay home with Daddy today.”

“No school?” mumbled Kimmy.

“No, no school today,” she said.

Jack reached up and lifted Kimmy down as easily as if she were a toddler, “Let’s get you clean and dry then darling.”

“Huh?”

“This nappy is wet,” he said, “we’d better get you changed before you get a rash.”

He placed her on top of the old changing mat, which he’d brought down from the attic. He removed the bodysuit, un-taped the saturated nappy and cleaned her up with some baby wipes.

“There we go,” said Jack in a sing-song voice, “does that feel better?”

Kimmy nodded in reply.

Jack took a clean nappy from the packet; Kimmy’s eyes widened…there were more?

“Sorry love,” said Jack, “Mummy and I think you should keep wearing nappies until we find out what’s wrong with you. We don’t want you having another accident do we?”

“Accident?” said Kimmy

“Last night at Lucy and Mick’s we found you asleep in Jordanna’s buggy, you’d wet yourself so we had to put you in some of Jordanna’s old clothes and one of her old nappies.”

Kimmy hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the buggy! And how could she have had an accident? She hadn’t had an accident since she was little.

Jack slipped the fresh nappy underneath her bottom, after she was coated in Sudocrem and sprinkled liberally with some Johnson’s Baby Powder he taped her in snugly. The nappy had a cute design of little teddy bears. He then picked up the shorts she had worn last night, then went to the dresser and took out a clean vest, socks and her Rugrats t shirt; the gang of babies pictured on the front were all wearing nappies just like Kimmy, or “diapees” as they called them on the show.

Kimmy could dress herself, but her Daddy insisted on doing so this morning. Once dressed, he brushed Kimmy’s auburn hair in to bunches and buckled her red Mary Janes onto her feet. Kimmy caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror; an adorable little toddler stared back at her.

After breakfast Kimmy spent the morning watching videos and colouring, Daddy brought her some squash in a toddler beaker cup (another old treasure found in the attic). After lunch Daddy suggested she should take a little nap, he undressed her down to her vest, changed her wet nappy and tucked her up in bed.

Kimmy had more of her “baby dreams” as she napped. This time she found herself securely strapped in a high chair, wearing a big plastic bib to protect her cute little dress, which so short that her puffy nappy poked out from underneath.  Mummy fed her baby food, giving her praise for eating it all up like a good baby girl.

Then it changed, Daddy was giving her a nappy change and blowing raspberries on her tummy. He was cooing at her like one might do for a little baby, mostly unintelligible gibberish, but Kimmy enjoyed it and giggled, her nappy crinkled as she gleefully kicked her legs.

Then it changed again and she was sat in a playpen surrounded by colourful baby toys. She was wearing only her thick soft nappy and a t shirt, Charlotte was knelt outside the playpen playing peekaboo with her. This made Kimmy laugh, making her dummy drop out of her mouth (oh no!) but it was ok because it was clipped to her t shirt with a strap so she couldn’t lose it. Charlotte popped it back in her mouth.

“There you baby sister!” she cooed.

It changed again, now she was back in the buggy being pushed through the park, Kimmy was wearing only her nappy and bodysuit. She suddenly felt her nappy get warm, causing her to call for Daddy. Daddy stopped pushing and crouched down in front of her and checking her nappy.

“Aww, did you wet again sweetheart?” he cooed…

Kimmy opened her eyes, that last bit hadn’t been her dream, Daddy had actually lifted her out of bed and was checking her nappy.

“Let’s get you changed darling,” said Daddy, setting her back down on the changing mat, “then we have to go and visit the doctor.”

“No!” whined Kimmy, “I don’t want needles!”

“Don’t worry sweetie,” he said, kissing her forehead, “You don’t need any needles today.”

He set about changing her and redressed her in the cute outfit she was wearing earlier. He then coated her with sunscreen and popped a pink sunhat on her head.

“Off we go,” he said taking her hand and leading her out of the front door.

Kimmy felt a little disappointed that she didn’t get to go back in the buggy, as they walked down the street she pretended her legs were tired hoping Daddy might go back for it. Instead, Daddy just picked her up and carried her to the bus stop like a toddler.

The doctor didn’t know what to make of it. She saw no medical reason that Kimmy should be having accidents at all. It was very puzzling. All she was able to do was advice Jack to keep her wearing protection.

Mummy was waiting for them when they came out of the surgery; she’d stopped to pick them up on her way home. Daddy relayed to her everything the doctor said while Kimmy sat in the back, sucking her thumb and not really understanding any of it.

“What’s that smell?” asked Mummy.

Daddy turned to Kimmy in the backseat.

“Did you go poo-poos darling?” he asked.

Kimmy’s cheeks went pink, she guess she had. She hadn’t given it a second thought when the urge came, she just relaxed it into her nappy like she had done with her wee-wees all day. Now it had been pointed out she felt a bit silly, this wasn’t right!

Kimmy went straight into the bath when they got home, she could usually wash herself but Mummy took care of it all tonight. After getting out Mummy powdered her all over, making her smell nice and babyish and got her into a fresh nappy. She pulled Kimmy’s Snow White nightie over her head.

“Why is she still in nappies Mum?” asked Charlotte, then turning to Kimmy and sneered, “Are you turning into a smelly baby?”

“Charlotte, stop teasing your sister,” snapped Mummy, “She can’t help it!”

Kimmy found herself tucked up in bed much earlier than usual, Mummy and Daddy thought she was getting a bit cranky.

“Sweet dreams darling,” said Mummy kissing her forehead.

“Nighty-night sweetheart,” said Daddy, doing the same.

“I’m not tired,” fussed Kimmy.

“You’ve had a long day darling,” said Mummy, “we’ve got you a nice bottle of warm milk to soothe you to sleep.”

Mummy pushed the teat into her mouth, holding it there until every drop was gone. Once finished, she popped a dummy into Kimmy’s mouth. Kimmy sleepily sucked on it until she drifted off. Tonight she didn’t wake up to use her nappy at all.

Part 3

It was a few days after Kimmy went back into nappies. Kimmy had once again woken up to a sopping wet nappy, Mummy was changing her this morning. Kimmy didn’t much like her new nappies, the Huggies had run out and Mummy bought her some more. Money was tight, so she invested in some reusable terry towelling nappies, they were very thick, soft and fluffy and Kimmy found it difficult to walk in them, plus she had to wear noisy plastic panties with them. Her clothes wouldn’t fit over them either, so Lucy and Mick had given them the bag of Jordanna’s old baby clothes. Jordanna had been a chubby baby so they fitted Kimmy perfectly, even over her fat nappies.

As Mummy finished pinning her fluffy dry nappies in place she tugged a pair of pink plastic panties over them, patterned with darker pink polka dots. Mummy then dressed her in a party dress of pastel blue satin, it had a fluffy built in petticoat, a lace trimmed bib collar adorned with a big pink bow, the puffed sleeves were also trimmed with lace and the hem rested just past the waist band of her matching nappy cover. Lace trimmed ankle socks and patent black Mary Jane’s adorned her feet. Finally Mummy plastered her with sunscreen and tied a white frilled bonnet on her head.

“There we go cutie-pie,” said Mummy, “time to go!”

It was Saturday so Mum didn’t have work, they were going around to Lucy and Mick’s for Jordanna’s fifth birthday party.

Mummy held Kimmy’s hand while she waddled, with much difficulty, downstairs. Charlotte and Daddy were already waiting in the hall, Daddy picked Kimmy up and secured her in the buggy, popping a dummy in her mouth.

“There we go baby girl!” he cooed.

Mummy and Daddy had steadily been treating her more and more babyishly over the past few days, now it was if she were 8 months old instead of 8 years old. Kimmy was starting to regret wishing to be a baby again.

When Mummy and Daddy first saw her having difficulty walking in her new nappies they got the old playpen from the attic and put her in it when they had to leave the room. This was to stop her trying to walk off and possibly fall and hurt herself.

Then, Charlotte accidentally broke on of the dining chairs while swinging on it. They had no other chairs until Daddy had a brainwave, he went and found the old highchair and tried sitting Kimmy in it…she still fit! Kimmy had to use the highchair for every meal now, even when Mummy was a work and Charlotte was a school. Daddy even found some old bibs for her to wear.

Next, Mummy decided the top bunk was now too dangerous for little Kimmy to sleep in, Charlotte was heavier than the weight restriction so she couldn’t sleep on the top bunk. Mummy and Daddy found the old cot and put it together in their room. Kimmy now spent her nights safely tucked up in her cot, just a few feet away from Mummy and Daddy.

Kimmy blushed while Daddy pushed her down the street in her buggy, lots of kids from school could see her all kitted out like a baby and were laughing at her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her dummy bobbed in and out of her mouth, this just made them laugh more.

Lucy and Mick greeted them warmly when they arrived.

“Aww, she looks adorable,” said Lucy, “I did always like this party dress on Jordanna, she wore it for her second birthday, remember?”

Lucy unbuckled Kimmy and picked her up, bouncing her up and down like a baby while she carried her into the house.

“We found this while we were doing some more sorting,” she said, “We’ll keep it for when you come around to visit shall we?”

Kimmy turned her head to see what she was talking about; Jordanna’s old highchair was set up next to the dining table. She sat Kimmy in it and bucked her in.

Mummy took a bottle of milk and a big plastic bib out of the nappy bag, after tying the bib securely round her neck she held the bottle in Kimmy’s mouth for her to drink. She felt silly being in a highchair being fed like a baby while Jordanna and her little friends wore big kid party clothes and got to run around and play. Most of the party guests thought little of it, she was small enough that they believed her to be a real toddler. After her bottle Mummy fed her from a jar of pureed baby food, Kimmy hated these but Mummy and Daddy insisted they were good for her.

She was then made to take a nap, Kimmy found this horribly unfair while the other kids were playing party games and started whingeing.

“Oh dear,” said Daddy, “Are we getting cranky? You must really need a nap.”

Kimmy’s soppy nappy was changed then Daddy strapped her into the buggy and tilted the seat back. She was parked in the back garden where it was quiet. Daddy popped a baby blankie over her and took a baby monitor out of the nappy bag, leaving it on the patio table before going back inside.

Kimmy remembered the night she wished to be a baby, she sat back in the buggy and pictured herself as a baby and wished hard. Maybe if she wished hard enough she could be a big girl again. She chanted this in her head over and over again until she drifted off.

Kimmy was awakened by Mummy checking her nappy; she saw Mummy’s face screw up when she discovered that she’d done a poo-poo. Her wishing didn’t work this time!

Her messy nappy was changed right there in the back garden, then Mummy took her back inside and buckled her into the highchair. Kimmy had slept for a long time, the last couple of kids were being picked up by their parents. Now that her friends were gone Jordanna came over and started “coochie-cooing” poor Kimmy, who started fussing.

“Where’s the baby’s dummy?” asked Jordanna, “she’s all fussy!”

“Here it is,” said Daddy, popping it into Kimmy’s mouth and clipping it to her dress.

Kimmy was sorry she ever wanted to be a baby again, it was no fun at all. All that she could so was use her nappy, have her nappy changed, be fed baby food and sleep, with grown-ups pausing to coo at her in between. Kimmy started crying.

“Aww, come here precious,” cooed Mummy picking her up, she cradled her, rocking her back and forth, “Mummy’s here, it’s OK darling!”

Kimmy struggled for a moment, until she finally gave up. Mummy cradled and cooed at her until she calmed down.

***

Kimmy eventually became accustomed to her new life. Every day was the same, she woke up in her cot, Mummy or Daddy would change her sodden nappies and dress her in a cute babyish outfit, she would be strapped in her highchair to be fed some kind of mush for breakfast, followed by a bottle of formula.

After breakfast she would either be put into her playpen or bouncer, or she would be strapped into the buggy and would go with Daddy to run errands. She didn’t go to school any more, school was for big girls.

Lunchtime, she would be back in the highchair and fed more mush and another bottle of formula, naptime in her cot would follow. After naptime Daddy would spend time playing baby games with her such as peek-a-boo.

Dinnertime (more mush and formula) came when Mummy and Charlotte came home. After bath time Kimmy would be read a bedtime story, fed a bottle of formula and tucked up in her cot.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

Part 4 - Thirteen Years Later – August 14^th 2010

It was somebody’s birthday. That was clear to any passer-by of the Jempson house due to the “Birthday Girl” banners in the window.

Sure enough, inside the house there was a birthday party taking place. The inside was decked out with balloons and banners with “Happy 21^st Birthday” on them…only someone had taken a sharpie and crossed every “2” out so that they now read “Happy 1^st Birthday”. The group of guests that arrived laughed at the little joke.

“Where’s the birthday girl?” asked Jordanna, now 18 years old.

“She’s up in the nursery with her Daddy having her bum changed,” said Carol, “She just did a big poo-poo before you arrived!”

3-year-old Taylor, Charlotte’s little girl, ran up to Carol and exclaimed “I do poo-poos in the toilet now, don’t I Nana? I don’t need a nappy anymore!”

“That’s right,” said Carol, “You’re a big girl now!”

Taylor ran into the living room and started playing with a balloon. Jack came in, holding Kimmy’s hand tightly.

“May I present, our adorable little birthday princess!” he announced.

This was followed with exclaims of delight at Kimmy’s adorable attire. Her party dress had a pink pattern of little bunny rabbits, it had huge puffed sleeves and a peter pan collar trimmed with lace. The dress flared at breast level and the hem stopped just at the waistband of her white pettipants covered with rows and rows of lace, which she wore over her massive nappies and noisy plastic panties.

On her feet she wore white ankles socks trimmed with ruffles and pink ribbon, and a pair of white patent t-bar shoes. A matching set of pink satin bonnet and mittens, trimmed with white ruffles completed the look, along with set of pink leather reins; the words “Baby Kimmy” decorated the chest plate and there were little jingle bells attached so she made a jingly noise with every movement.

Mummy greeted her with a big kiss, “Let’s get our little princess in her highchair so we can sing Happy Birthday!”

It was a different highchair of course, as Kimmy grew she no longer fit into the baby stuff so Mummy and Daddy had new stuff custom made for her, she now had a huge cot the size of a single bed, a big wooden highchair with strong leather straps attached and a playpen with much higher bars to keep baby from climbing out. She also a big new buggy and car seat, which were intended for people with special needs.

The strong leather straps held Kimmy securely in her highchair, everyone sang Happy Birthday to her, the cake had only one candle on it just like every birthday for the past thirteen years.

“Make a wish darling,” cooed Daddy

Kimmy knew what she wanted to wish for, she wished for it every year but it never came true. Only once had her wish ever come true, and all she had wanted since was to reverse it.

Let Kimmy’s tale be a lesson to you. Be careful what you wish for!

 

The End

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