forced regression Tricked by my family (Ch. 32 7/8/2021): All Better Now

[dprfam]

Chapter 6: Bad Baby?
One of my pet peeves is to be told to ‘be a good girl’ and my mom and sister is usually careful. Asking me to ‘be a good baby girl’ is even worse, and makes me want to throw a temper tantrum.

My mom is often frustrated by how immature I am, but doesn’t seem to want me to be an oversized toddler. I’ve been gotten sick and had to stay in hospital. I’m not a model little patient. When I had a chest infection and stayed in hospital for a week, I was more toddler-like than my mom and sister preferred, and they kept me in the spare room, and spent most of the next week napping, wetting, messing and being a little brat. My mom sometimes gives me shots, usually after I’ve been  sick enough to have to stay in hospital. One of my bratty routines is to cry before my shots, so my mom can reassure me, and tell me its not a punishment.

I knew my aunt wouldn’t stay all the time my mom was away, but I still wasn’t sure why my aunt decided to treat me like a baby.

Time to wake up:
My aunt came into my room carrying two sippy drinks, as I was waking up to a soaked and messy diaper, and was already a little teary. She handed me my sippy drink, and coaxed me to started drinking it.

My aunt put on exam gloves, and checked my diaper, not sure if she expected anything except a soaked and messy diaper.
    “I bet someone is glad she’s a good girl, who needs her diapers” she chided me. I suspected she was seeing if I’d react, or fuss for her.
    “Why do you want me to be a poopy baby?” I cried out, while still a sleepy.
    “Because you won’t go poopy in the potty, without medicine to make you go poopy, and then you throw tantrums like a toddler!” replying with frustration.
    “I don’t want to be a baby girl... I’m a big kid now!” I sobbed, already realizing how often I’ve heard the jingle advertising pull-ups.

I couldn’t find the words, and I just lay there, sobbing. My sister came into my room, and took over removing my diaper, and cleaning my girl parts. My sister rolled me onto my tummy, and continued the cleaning task.

My aunt whispered something in my sisters ear, that I didn’t hear, as she cleaned my bottom, followed by a slightly cold sensation that felt like anti-septic, but was more likely medicated diaper rash cream. The thought of getting multiple shots in my bottom made me tense up, and then I felt my bladder spasm and wet the changing pad. I felt the goopy gel in my bottom, followed by more tensing up.

My sister just waited until I relaxed, before inserting the thermometer. A few minutes later, temp check done, rolled back over. The rash cream felt a little strange on my girl parts, but didn’t sting like antiseptic would. My sister finished diapering me, thickly, without any shots in my bottom.

Even though I fuss a lot, and my sister complains, she really does try and be gentle with me. She remembers what it’s like to be feeling sick, and being the one who gets the treatment from my mom and aunt, or in hospital. When I ended up in hospital a few months ago with a chest infection, my sister was getting over a pretty bad flu, and still wore diapers during the day for a week or so, including when she was visiting. It would have been funny if the nurses offered to change her as well.  

Breakfast time:
My aunt had made banana oatmeal for us. My sister helped get me out of bed, and escorted me to the table. I could see my sisters look, probably wondering if they’ll get through breakfast without a temper tantrum or changing my messy diaper.

This time, my aunt wanted motioned for me to sit on the booster seat, and I frowned and got ready for my aunt to spoon feed me, while my sister ate her breakfast of bacon, eggs and banana oatmeal. I then drank the first sippy drink in front of me, followed by the banana oatmeal. A few minutes later, I started squirming around, as my tummy started to feel full.

After finishing the oatmeal, my aunt started feeding me the bacon and eggs, all chopped up as if I was a toddler. I fussed and squirmed she spoon fed me the bowl, followed by a second sippy drink. While drinking, my aunt checked my diaper, and I was definitely soaked, slightly messy.. but not ‘full’' yet. I started to cry, but my aunt didn’t ask if I wanted to use the potty.

My aunt went to grab something from the spare room, and then went for another bowl of oatmeal for me, and asked my sister to feed it to me.
    “I can feed myself! I’m not a BABY!” I sobbed.
    “You’re not going to be a good girl for me, are you?” My sister asked, with a sigh. She knows I hate when they say that. I shake my head.

As my sister finished feeding me, my aunt said I can watch cartoons. I knew she was not planning on putting me on the potty. My sister went in to speak with my aunt in the spare room, before cleaning up from breakfast.

Too late for the potty:
I dozed off for a few minutes, then woken up by tummy cramps, cried a bit, then watched more cartoons. Pretty soon, I messed my diaper and cried even more.

I started sucking my thumb, and while still sobbing, my aunt efficiently wiped my arm with antiseptic, and gave me a shot in my arm. I felt sleepy and dozed off while still wetting my diaper. It’s kind of nice my aunt wants me to be sleepy for some of the medical stuff, so I don’t throw temper tantrums or really hurt bad. Still don’t want her to give me shots all the time, but she is a nurse, doing what nurses do. I became worried I was getting sick again, wet my diaper on reflex, and that is why mom and my aunt wanted to treat me like a baby.

This became the perfect time to fuss, still with a soaked and full poopy diaper, and to be a ‘bad baby’ for my aunt.

[dprfam]

I'll see about releasing Chapter 7 tomorrow, following up on a few parts of the story, and adding a few twists

[kirababy]

interesting...still trying to figure out why she is sick, and what her aunt is up to.

[dprfam]

Chapter 7: Doctors orders
Part of the reason why I’m rarely allowed to wear panties, is that I often have small accidents, and regularly get urinary tract infections. At one point, my aunt suggested I learn to use a catheter to empty my bladder properly. I tried doing that under supervision, and still got a pretty bad kidney infection, ending up in hospital. It didn’t help things, that when I came home from hospital stays, I went into full brat mode. Temper tantrums, fussing while being changed, refusing to sit on the potty, and lay down on my tummy, especially for shots in my bottom.

Some antibiotics in liquid form upset my tummy, and made me have messy accidents, and more bladder infections, and more antibiotics. The doctors allowed my mom to give me antibiotic injections at home, which at least was easier on my tummy. After being in hospital, or getting bladder infections, my mom put me back in diapers for a few months, until I was ‘ready’ for pull-ups again.

My aunt reminded me that I was always so immature, and their attempts to deal with my medical issues just made me a bratty baby girl. After a few weeks of being bratty, I think I got bored, and the medication made me too sleepy to throw tantrums.

After breakfast:
After breakfast, laying on the couch in a poopy diaper, isn’t a good time to tell me to be a good girl. My tummy cramped a few times, and I’d cry a bit, wet more, and mess my diaper more. I hated sitting in a poopy diaper, with a rash.

After my aunt sorted some things out in the spare room, and then in the bathroom, putting on an apron and exam gloves, she picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, and onto a changing pad. I squirmed a little, but the shot from earlier kept me from fussing too much.

My sister came in as my aunt started removing my diaper, and cleaning me.
    “She soaked and filled her diaper during breakfast, as expected” my aunt announced. I tried closing my legs a little, and my sister pushed my thighs to coax me to keep my legs spread, so my girl parts stay fully exposed.
    “Do we know if she has a bladder infection?” my sister replied.
    “Seems like it, but the test strip was inconsistent, I’ll get the hospital lab to confirm. I gave her the standard meds, just in case she does” my aunt explained. I wasn’t looking forward to being examined, and all the things that make me cry.
    “I not a baby! Don’t make me stay poopy!” I cried out.
    “Sssh! You’ll be nice and comfy soon” she replied, softly but firmly
I was rolled onto my tummy, and my bottom cleaned up. My aunt applied goopy stuff to my bottom, before inserting the thermometer, with her usual efficiency. I squirmed even more. It felt embarrassing to lay there, with a thermometer in my bottom, and not even find the words to speak.

My sister made sure the bath was ready, while my aunt removed the thermometer and gave me a suppository, then rolled me onto my back. The suppository didn’t hurt as much as I expected. My aunt whispered something to my sister. I was soon given a sippy drink, and didn’t quite know why my aunt wanted me drink so often.

Bath time:
I lay on the changing table, for a few minutes, barely noticing I’d wet myself on the changing pad. A quick wipe of my girl parts, before my sister lifted me into the bath. It felt weird to be so sleepy during a morning bath, but my aunt and sister seemed like they expected this. Usually I cramp after getting a suppository, then mess myself, but I suspect this time it was to make me sleepy.

My sister carefully washed my body, paying special attention to my girl parts. I was quite red, and developing a diaper rash. I sure hoped my aunt wasn’t about to use my wetting issues and diaper rash as an excuse to keep me in bed, with a catheter going into my bladder, just like in hospital. I began to cry again, which probably supported my aunts plan to treat me like a toddler.

My aunt quickly diapered me, then carried me to the spare room, wrapped in a towel.

Getting babied:
My sister didn’t feel comfortable with forcing me to be babied, and I couldn’t find the words to tell her how I felt. I really didn’t want to be in diapers all the time, and being in diapers felt weird, but I didn’t mind the attention. I couldn’t just ask her to make me a toddler again, that would be even weirder. Oh, and I didn’t like having to explain my feelings to my therapist, and sometimes threw a tantrum in her office.

There I was, in the spare room, wrapped in the towel, laying on the changing pad and sucking my thumb, just like the baby they wanted me to become.

[Bonsai]

You have 7 solid chapters of medical regression, with as little as possible deviation from such main theme. This is why I like your story: bravo, keep going and get Sally through all the therapies she needs.

[Sarah Penguin]

[dprfam]

12 hours ago, Bonsai said:

You have 7 solid chapters of medical regression, with as little as possible deviation from such main theme. This is why I like your story: bravo, keep going and get Sally through all the therapies she needs.

Glad you liked it. She has a doctors appointment coming up.

[SashaButters]

Kids with Medical issues/ medical regression is one of my favorite themes. I wish there was more out there. I like the premise.

 

A few tips to help the story flow a little better and make it a little less awkward if you're interested. Have something more than just diaper changes going on. What is she doing during the day? If she's watching tv what is she watching? Show In what other ways she is acting younger since crying while getting a shot and not feeling well would be normal for her age. If she's being cranky, maybe show her fighting over something small, like being asked to pick up her toys, or not getting to watch what she wants to watch on television. Also why are they taking her temperature so much, and why rectally? Show the reader why this is necessary.

Another suggestion would be her accidents while getting her changed. Rather than describing them as "wettings" a better description might be "leaking" as a bladder can't refill that fast more than just a small trickle down the leg. If you want to keep catheters as a plot device, frequent wettings aren't a realistic reason to use one. Maybe show that she is in pain and cannot empty her bladder more than a small trickle at a time.

Just a few ideas for you to keep things from getting too repetitive.

 

[dprfam]

1 hour ago, SashaButters said:

Kids with Medical issues/ medical regression is one of my favorite themes. I wish there was more out there. I like the premise.

Mine too

Thanks for the feedback. I'm trying to avoid the story getting repetitive, still figuring out a few ideas.

[SashaButters]

50 minutes ago, dprfam said:

Mine too

Thanks for the feedback. I'm trying to avoid the story getting repetitive, still figuring out a few ideas.

I know it's hard because you know that's what people want to read, and they are the most fun scenes to write ngl. What you can also do which is fun is simply alter the universe so plausible deniability isn't an issue. It's your world so normal rules don't have to apply as long as you set it up that way. Maybe rectal thermometers are recommended for children under 10 in your stories world because other forms don't work because of some made up genetic anomaly. You can have fun with it and get creative. 

[dprfam]

The next chapter will be more detailed about her routine, and what behavior she can get away with, after her morning treatments.

[dprfam]

Chapter 8: Treatment time
My sister didn’t know what to think of things. She definitely didn’t seem jealous that I was the center of attention, laying there in the spare room.

My aunt handed me another sippy drink, probably filled with medicine to make me soak my diaper. Although some of the medicine made me really sleepy, at least I didn’t get painful bladder spasms, or hurting when I wet my diaper.
    “Aunt Cassie….Can I watch...Netflix?” I asked, hoping she would allow me some actual normal kid entertainment.
    “After you get checked over, and the shots to keep your bladder working properly. The antibiotic shots should be easier on your tummy” she replied, as I teared up.
    “SHOTS?! NOT FAIR! WHY NO POTTY?!” I yelled. I’m not sure why I seem to have problems making it to the potty, maybe it’s just my bladder is small.

My sister came in, and held me as I cried. She is usually far more impatient, and irritated by my toddler tantrums. This made me wonder if I was really sick, and they weren’t telling me.

After a few minutes of crying and fussing, my aunt stepped out to use the bathroom. My sister hugged me tightly.
    “If you settle down a little, I’ll let you watch your fav show?” she whispered.
    “Well…  Boss Baby?” I whispered, with a devious smile
    “Mom isn’t here, little sis! I’ll let you..! Okay ‘Boss baby’?” she replied. I nodded in anticipation.

When my aunt returned, she gave me a hug, then I laid down so my sister could remove my diaper, and clean my girl parts.
    “Thanks for comforting your little sis” my aunt said.
My aunt efficiently wiped my arm, and gave me another shot. After a few minutes I felt weak, and sleepy. I’m pretty sure my bladder was leaking a little.

Katey’s lesson:
My sister cleaned my pee-pee spot, then my aunt inserted something in there, probably a swab. I let out an “owwie!” and squirmed a little, before my aunt removed it.

This time my sister had a syringe of numbing gel, poking me and squirting the gel in there. After a few minutes, my sister changed gloves, and inserted the catheter, with my aunt guiding her through the procedure. Another “Ow! Owwie!” and some tears. My sister collected the sample, and removed the catheter.

After some fussing, I let my sister roll me on my tummy, and with my aunts guidance, wiped my bottom with antiseptic.  I tensed up and my bladder leaked on the changing pad. It became clear my aunt was preparing multiple injections for me.
    “Pick up the smaller one first. This will help Sally with her anxiety, and mood issues” my aunt explained. A few seconds later, My sister poked me with a needle, and injected me with some medicine.
    “Ow! Ow! That hurt! Ow! Ow!” I cried out, sobbing, but tried to be still.
    “Good girl! Lets make sure your healthy and comfy little girl!” my aunt replied, probably not realizing how much being called ‘good girl’ and ‘little girl’ upset me.
    “Yeah Sally, shots in the bottom really hurt!” my sister commented, trying to comfort me.

My sister tried to offer me a pacifier, but I hesitated, although quite sleepy. My aunt nodded in agreement, and my sister put it in my hand, and I put it my mouth. I was still crying, and sleepy, to fuss about being given a pacifier.

Pretty soon after the shot, I felt really weak, dozed off a little, but not actually asleep. I felt my aunt direct my sister to where on my bottom the next injection was to be given. I tensed up and leaked again on the changing pad.

Two more injections by my sister, probably the antibiotics. I cried some more, squirmed some more, but they expected me to cry more. I thought I heard ‘diuretic’ being whispered, before the last injection. I didn’t really react as it was obvious they were giving me diuretics to make me wet a lot, with no chance of making it to the potty.

My sister wiped my bottom again, applied some cream, then rolled me over, and more rash cream, at least no suppository in my bottom this time. I was thickly diapered, and dressed, then she carried me to the couch.

Me, Moody:
My aunt was preparing milkshakes for my sister, and herself. Another sippy drink for me. After my sister sat down, I grabbed her milkshake, which was a lot tastier than my sippy drink. My sister and aunt weren’t very happy, especially when I kept drinking it. I was pretty sure my sister didn’t get medicine in her milkshake, and she didn’t seem to have a pull-up on. My aunt poured another one for my sister, and went back to watching the show. They did make me use my pacifier, hoping I wouldn’t irritate them too much.

My sister tried holding me tighter, as I squirmed a lot during Netflix show my sister was watching, Fuller House, with my aunt. My sister threatened to put on ‘The Babysitters club’ if I didn’t settle down. I didn’t like either show, but at least it wasn’t actual toddler cartoons.

After maybe an hour, my sister noticed that I’d messed my diaper, and at the end of the episode, she took me back to the spare room for another diaper change. I was red and sore from a diaper rash, and squirmed when the cream was applied. She  coaxed me to drink two sippy drinks while finishing my diaper change, then returned to the couch. but nothing to make me extra fussy.

We watched another episode of Fuller House, while I squirmed through some tummy cramps and bladder spasms, causing me to cry by the end of the episode. I still felt sleepy and weak from all the medicine I was given.

My sisters plans:
While I watched some kids show on Netflix, dozing off, my sister and aunt went into spare room to talk.

It was time for aunt to go to work, leaving my sister on her own. I got the impression she expected me to be fussy, but couldn’t really understand why.

[Jayme]

This is getting really interesting, I do hope that everyone will turn out better for whatever happens next!

[Bonsai]

Good chapter, with plenty of “sharp” action on “soft” spots. I’m getting the strong impression that something is about to change drastically, for Sally. Is this change the reason why auntie Cassie came in and Sally’s mom left?

How will things be once mom comes back?

[Sarah Penguin]

[dprfam]

Chapter 9: Why am I the baby?
My sister brought over milkshakes for us both, then switched to “Boss Baby” on Netflix. At least she didn’t put it in a sippy cup for me, and didn’t appear to sneak medicine in my milkshake.

It didn’t take me long to wonder if she wanted another baby sister.
    “Umm, Sis? Does mom want another baby sister for us?” I asked.
    “No, Sally, why do you ask?” She replied, genuinely worried.
    “Because mommy wants me to be a big girl..” I said, with some tears.
    “Mom wants you to be comfy as a baby, because of all your bladder issues, and worried you might have recurring kidney infections” my sister replied.
    “Is that why aunt Cassie wants me drinking my sippy drink, and wetting...my diaper?” I asked, scared that I wouldn’t be allowed to be a big girl, like mom apparently prefers.
    “Yes, the medicine helps you soak your diaper” My sister confirmed.
    “You put medicine in YOUR milkshake too?” I asked, shocked.
    “Not exactly. The caffeine in the coffee mocha powder, acts is a diuretic and makes you pee a lot, just like the medicine. I have to be careful too!” she jokingly replied. I thought the milkshake tasted weird.

Another diaper change:
About an hour later, my sister went into the kitchen to prepare some sippy drinks, and then went into the spare room, probably to put medicine in them, and then came out with gloves on, and a sippy drink. After I started on my sippy drink, she briefly checked my diaper, then escorted me back to the spare room.

I got onto the changing pad with minimal fussing.
    “Sis, Did mommy force you to be a big girl, when I was a baby?” I asked.
    “Sometimes, other times she just let me be a baby. Other times she made be fully babied, as if she was trying to get me to stop wanting to be babied. Of course, my aunt helped make sure I felt like a fussy infant.” my sister explained, as she was removing my diaper, and started wiping my girl parts, before getting me to roll over.
    “Did you like being babied?” I asked, as my sister didn’t like admitting she was put back in diapers, as she is a mature teenager, not a ‘little girl’.
    “It was okay. It’s like if you don’t cooperate with being a big girl, It was easier to let them baby me, then they’d back off on big girl things” she continued.
    “How did you handle things like temp checks, pills in your bottom, and shots? Did you fuss like I do?” I asked, genuinely curious. I leaked on the changing table, which did not make me feel less babyish.
    “I got pretty fussy and upset sometimes. Mom used restraint blanket to keep me in the crib-like bed. I was mostly fussy after doctor visits, or hospital stays. Mom got upset at the tantrums.”, My sister explained, as she wiped my bottom, and then picked up the goopy gel tube.
    “Do I have to get my temp taken?” I asked, crying as usual.
    “Yes, you might have a kidney infection” she replied, then put the goopy gel in my bottom, then inserted the thermometer.
    “Umm… sis?” I asked, still crying.
    “Yes, Sally?” She replied, concerned.
    “Does aunt Cassie know it sometimes hurts, where she pushes on my sides, during her exams?” I asked, worried I might be really sick.
    “Yes, she thinks its a complication of your bladder issues. The doctor will exam you on Wednesday, and help you feel comfy” She explained. The thermometer was removed, followed by a pill in my bottom.

My sister rolled me back over, and finished diapering me. She washed her hands, and then asked me if I was ready for some food. I nodded and my sister escorted me back to the couch, and I watched some more NetFlix. I was sucking my thumb.

More questions:
After about 20 minutes, my sister handed me a bowl of rice pudding, and seemed to be eating the same in her bowl.

After experiencing more bladder spasms, and soaking my diaper.
    “Umm… sis.. Can I ask you something?” I asked.
    “Sure, Little sis!” She replied, without hesitation.
    “Do you have to give me shots? They’re scary!” I asked, crying again.
    “Sometimes you need to get shots to keep you comfy. It feels scary to give them to you, because I know they hurt lots!” She answered and I believed her.
    “Umm… um.. sis? Do you still wear diapers sometimes? Because you want to?” I asked, trying to avoid crying like a baby.
    “Sometimes, because one of the meds I sometimes need, occasionally makes me wet during the night, and wearing a pull-up isn’t enough.” She replied.
    “Will you wear a diaper tonight? So I don’t feel so babyish… because I’d make me feel better about needing diapers.” Still trying to deflect from throwing a tantrum.
    “...umm…  maybe… depends how you behave. You don’t have to want to wear diapers, just not fight me trying to make sure you are safe and comfy.” which confused my young girl self.
    “If I throw tantrums, will you get mad at me? I throw tantrums a lot, when I have to be a little baby!” I answered my sister, honestly.
    “You mean being ‘bad baby’?” She asked. I couldn’t answer her, I just cried, embarrassed at how babyish I felt.

[Jayme]

I see some sisterly bonding time in the future. Hopefully both sisters will learn to appreciate the time together.

[Bonsai]

It looks like urological issues run through family blood. Maybe also mom and auntie have leaky & prone-to-infecting bladders?

[Sarah Penguin]

[dprfam]

5 hours ago, Bonsai said:

It looks like urological issues run through family blood. Maybe also mom and auntie have leaky & prone-to-infecting bladders?

Something like that. Of course they avoid that topic

[Bonsai]

40 minutes ago, dprfam said:

Something like that. Of course they avoid that topic

Anyway, I’d love to see both sisters “safe & comfy”. ? If I were Sarah, I would try to bargain a moratorium on temper tantrums against my sister getting my same dosage of bladder weakening medication. That would get big sis back in diapers within very short time ?

[dprfam]

On 9/27/2020 at 6:42 PM, Bonsai said:

Anyway, I’d love to see both sisters “safe & comfy”. ? If I were Sarah, I would try to bargain a moratorium on temper tantrums against my sister getting my same dosage of bladder weakening medication. That would get big sis back in diapers within very short time ?

She might not be completely out of diapers, well 'because'.

[dprfam]

Chapter 10: Going out, fussy much?
I watched Netflix for a while, but my sister wanted to go to the store, to buy ice cream and snacks. Before then, my sister expected me to have at least one bowl of banana bread pudding, and two or three more sippy drinks. She didn’t mention the stroller, which my mom used for outings after my hospital stays.

A short time later, my sister had the next sippy drink for me. I was just fussy enough to squirm, but didn’t put too much fussing for my sisters plan. Was she expecting me to soak my diaper during the outing to the store? A messy, full diaper? I started wetting my diaper, although not sure if she noticed.

Packing a diaper bag:
My sister was packing a diaper bag, that thankfully wasn’t too obvious. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to go to the local corner store, or the larger CVS or Target store, in the mall. The thought of getting changed at the mall, like a baby was too much for me, I burst into tears.

When I was back in diapers ‘because’, before outings, my mom put a pill in my bottom that makes me settle down, except until my tummy cramps, or my bottom stings, I have no idea if its just to make me mess my diapers, or another medicine in my bottom. Feeling babyish at the thoughts of staying in diapers, I was crying like a baby, as my sister expected.

My sister came back to the couch, handed me another sippy drink, then hugged me. It felt weird, that I wanted to ask my sister if she wanted to give me a scary shot, so I didn’t feel so confused, but I didn’t want to accept that I couldn’t be a big girl for a while.

More pudding, more questions:
A bowl of banana bread pudding was placed in front of me, and I started spooning it in my mouth. I don’t normally get foods like pudding, except when I’m being babied, or feeling sick, which usually results in being babied as well.

My sister had a few cookies, and some chocolate milk, watching Netflix.
    “Umm… sis… does aunt Cassie want me to forget about using the potty?” I asked, curious what she told my sister.
    “She wants you to be comfortable with needing diapers, as the doctor expects you’ll need diapers for a while, while on the medicine you have to take for kidney and bladder infections, and stay comfy and healthy” She explained, but not really making sense.
    “So you want me to mess my diaper, and not ask to use the potty?” I asked, hoping she’d let me use the potty.
    “I don’t like changing poopy diapers, but I really don’t like having to give you injections either, when you get sick” she said, slightly frustrated.
    “Do you wet yourself when getting shots?” I asked, trying to deflect her frustrations, and figure out how babyish my sister expected me to behave.
    “Yes, I have! Getting shots is scary! I remember wetting my pull-up, when you were in the Emergency Room, and got a stingy shot in your bottom, I tensed up and my bladder didn’t hold my pee. I don’t think mom figured out why I wet myself that day. It’s okay to be scared around doctors and hospitals.” My sister explained, although not sure what point she was making.
    “So why don’t you wear a diaper or pull-up, during the day?” I asked.
    “I could, but why would you want that? I’m you’re big sister.” She replied, confused, but with a feeling she has a plan.
    “Well, you’ll be letting me be a bad baby, won’t you? Aunt Cassie seems to like me being fussy.” I replied, hoping I’d get her to allow me to throw tantrums.

After finishing the banana pudding, and another sippy drink. I waited for my tummy to rumble, then messed my diaper. My sister noticed, but told me to stay on the couch, while she changed her outfit.

Getting changed, getting ready:
Pretty soon, I was back in the spare room, getting my diaper changed. No suppository this time. My diaper rash was noticeable, and my sister applied some rash cream, although the relief would not last.

My sister grabbed her purse, and my changing bag, and we were ready. With the bulk of having to wear thicker night diapers around, I was starting to wonder if a stroller would be easier.

As we walked out the door, my sister gave me yet another sippy drink. The medicine in the sippy drinks, probably a diuretic, makes me wet my diaper quite often, and other medicine makes control difficult. I tried not to cry on the way to the store, or suck my thumb. She still didn’t say if she was planning on only going to the corner store.

[Sarah Penguin]

[Bonsai]

Sally is starting to accept the changes, apparently. The question now is: Will her older sister also be dragged into the regression loop, or will she remain the ‘big’ one, fully in charge?