Little Stories for Little Hearts

[BabySiras]

Hello Everyone! I have a twitter that I sometimes put short stories on. I also realize that twitter is sometimes difficult to read on, and impossible to edit. So have some adorable little shorts to enjoy! Most of these are in second person, but I can't promise they all will be! Enjoy!

(Also, any typos pointed out will be rewarded with cookies and slight loss of potty training)

Goodbye Big Days (Written when one of my favorite authors needed a pick me up)

"Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional. Have you ever been told that?"

You nod your head. No one around you seems to be talking. In fact, the crowded room seemed to freeze in place, but... you feel safe with the mysterious voice. For some reason, you know for an absolute fact that you aren't going to be harmed by whoever, or whatever, is speaking to you.

"Normally that's a figure of speech, but for some that doesn't even begin to show the truth of the matter." You tilt your head, not quite understanding what the voice is telling you. Without really noticing, the world around you has begun to fade away until it's just you and whoever it is that's speaking to you.

"One in every million people gets given this choice. To forsake the burdens of responsibility of adulthood. To reverse time and make so you never became an adult, a teen, or even a big kid. To start anew in a life of comfort, care, and relaxation."

Your eyes light up as realization dawns. Was that really possible? To just return to a stress free life? To leave behind the need to work day in and day out in a thankless job that barely keeps you alive?

"The pressures of adult life have weighed upon you. I give you the chance to return to a simpler time. A chance to forsake the burdens of being a grown up and return to infantile bliss."
Your eyes light up. You can scarcely believe what you're being offered. It sounded like something out of a story you've read. Out of the deepest fantasies you've never voiced aloud.

"Its a big choice, and one that should be made lightly. I'll give you time to think about it. If you wish to forsake being a grown up, to forsake even being a big kid, to forsake the freedoms you've earned as you've aged; then all you have to do is-"

But you already know what it is you need to do. It's almost as if you've always known. You had never wanted to be a grown up, and your parents told you over and over again about how they practically had to force you into being a big kid. Before the voice can even finish, you've already made the last choice you'll ever make. It was incredibly easy to do, like you've been waiting all your life for just this moment. It was less that you told your body what to do, and more that you stopped telling it what not to do. A content, almost dopey smile spreads across your face as a dark wet stain spreads across your pants. You can hear the voice laugh as you soak your grown up clothing. It's not mocking, but instead the laugh of a grown up who saw a little one do something adorable.

"I knew you were a great pick."

You feel something grab your hand and begging leading you away. You look up to see a tall, well dressed person smiling down at you. It's hard to tell if they're your new mommy or daddy, but it doesn't matter. Your smile in return is the biggest it's been in years despite (or perhaps because of) the accident you just had.

"Let's get you into a proper diaper. You're not going to need those big kid pants ever again."

It's the best news you've ever gotten.

 

[BabySiras]

Dropping Out (Inspired by True Events)

It was finally here! You'd been hyped up for this day for weeks, and the moment finally arrived. You sat down on the couch with some soda, some snacks, and the tv all to yourself. Your favorite show was marathoning all of it's episodes concluding with the series finale. Nothing could ruin the day. Hours pass as you cheer and clap along to what would undoubtedly be one of the greatest moments in cartoon history.

You lean back on to the couch as the final credits rolled by. You give some final cheers for the characters and the crew behind them as you return to the world outside your tv. Your celebration is cut short though. The moment the cartoon ends you feel it. A sharp pain in your stomach. You have to go potty NOW!

You run to the bathroom door struggling to keep it in. For a moment, you feel a sense of pride that you're not only gonna make it this time, but that you've even kept your training pants dry the entire time! Maybe you were finally done having accidents. It made sense in the moment that given how quickly these accidents started happening, that they'd stop just as suddenly.

However, your pride is quickly dashed as you take off your pants and see your thoroughly soaked pull up. You try and remember when it happened, but you draw a blank. There was a point in your cartoon watching where you felt a comfortable warmth, but you thought that it was just because you were enjoying the show so much. The feeling happened so many times though, you can't pinpoint exactly when your accident, or accidents, even happened. Your training pants are cold though, so you've probably been wet without noticing for a long while.

Of course, all this thinking causes another problem. Your stomach cramps again, reminding you why you came in here in the first place. The pain is so bad now you can barely stand without gripping on to the counter top. You stare forlornly at the potty, as you realize you'll never be able to get your training pants off in time. A realization that gives your body all the permission it needs.

Another cramp jolts throughout your body and you know that it's too late. Your knees buckle and your throat whines as you begin filling your 'not-so-big kid underwear'. In less than a second you begin to feel a warm, thick mush making your sodden diaper sag even further. The front grew warm again as what little was in your bladder escapes as well. You never realized you needed to do that too.

Almost as quickly as it began, it's over; leaving you a stinking, soggy mess. You can almost hear the potty laughing at you as you walk out of the restroom in shame. A part of you wonders why you even bothered trying to make it all. It's a part that has been growing over the past few weeks. For the first time though, it's louder than the part of you that's promising to make it next time.

You mark another sad face on your calendar. When you started using it, there were more Happy faces than rain clouds or frowns. Now there's a frown every other day, and almost constant rain. You can barely remember the last time you sat on the potty without damp pull ups around your ankles.

You feel your caregiver place a hand on your shoulder. "Why don't you go lie down on the bed for a change." A week ago they were telling you that you'd get over this. Two weeks ago they said they'd do their best to help you make it. A month ago they said everyone has accidents sometimes.

Of course, a month ago they were just your roommate. Arguably your best friend. You're not sure when they became your caregiver, but it just felt right to think of them as such. They never complained when you called them that. In fact, it seemed to make them happy.

You watch them take the calendar off the wall as you start heading for the bedroom. You start to protest before they cut you off. "Don't worry, I'm not getting rid of it," they say, "just putting it away for awhile. Maybe we can try again sometime?"

You can read between the lines. It's clear they're giving up on potty training you. Maybe it's for the best, you think as you lie on the bed. Your training pants squish as you sit on it. You grimace at the unfortunately familiar feeling. As you sit there waiting for your caregiver, you realize something else. These aren't training pants anymore, you think. Training pants are what people who sometimes make it to the potty wear. Something that people that are actively and successfully being potty trained. Not like you. You were potty trained before, and you've only gotten worse. No, you're not wearing a pair of pull ups. You admit to yourself that you're wearing a diaper, and you've been wearing diapers for a while. Like a switch has been flicked inside you, the discomfort and shame of your accident goes away. After all, it's only an accident if you're not wearing a diaper or if you're potty trained. Neither of which apply to you. Not anymore.

Your caregiver walks in and begins the now comforting process of cleaning you up. You giggle and laugh as they coo and tickle you on your makeshift changing table. You never learn that they lied about not getting rid of your calendar. The potty training calendar would find it's way into the trash right under the diaper currently on your hips.
Not that it matters to you anymore. You're never going to need it again anyway. You and your caregiver wouldn't have it any other way.