Playdate Disaster (sequel to Natalie's Birthday)

Playdate Disaster


Lying in bed on an early morning in May, I stretch out and look around our bedroom. My daddy is still sleeping and he finally put his arm around me and then handed me my Care Bear I sleep with. I alternate with stuffed animals I sleep with. He set it close to me. My pacifier was hanging on my shirt and it had fallen out of my mouth. Daddy then squeezed my diaper.
“You’re very wet,” he said.
My diaper was very wet and I could smell the pee under the covers.
I grabbed my Care Bear and held it in my arms.
Daddy kept touching my diaper. Then he decided to start the day we were both looking forward to.
I have never had a playdate but Christina, my cousin, was my playdate once but she decided AB wasn’t her thing and neither were the diapers. Then Daddy had met another AB/DL couple and his wife was his little girl and he was the daddy and they both decided to meet up and have their baby girls have a playdate.
Daddy got out of bed and got a clean diaper for me and a changing pad. He set it on his bed and he pulled the covers off me and grabbed my legs and pulled me to his side. He got the wipes and rash cream and baby powder. He started to undo my pants. Then he pulled them up and pulled down my plastic pants and untapped my diaper. He grabbed a wipe and wiped me and lifted my legs and wiped my whole bottom. He rolled my diaper and set it aside. Then he unfolded the clean diaper and lifted my legs again and put it under me and set them back down. Then he put rash cream on my bottom and rubbed it around and in my pussy area too. Then he opened the baby power and poured it all over and rubbed it in my skin and wiped his hands and put the diaper on me. He kept the plastic pants off me and snapped my pants closed. He threw my diaper away and washed his hands.
I got up and tucked my pacifier in my shirt and went downstairs.
Christina was up with her kids. They were all in the living room and Christina was doing an American thing, drinking coffee. I was never a coffee drinker. Her kids were watching TV and had cereal out.
I realized I was in my AB pajamas, oops. But Christina didn’t say anything about my outfit or her kids. There was no point in running upstairs to get something on so I went to the kitchen instead. I made myself some tea and helped myself to some cereal.
Daddy came down and he had tea too and cooked himself some scrambled eggs.
Christina and him talked. Daddy said we were going to go out with some friends and go to the park and have a picnic. He didn’t say anything about it being a playdate and Christina didn’t ask who these friends were.
“We’re going to be heading out soon so you will all have the house to yourself and not have to worry about any kids,” said Christina. “It will be childfree.”
“Childless,” I corrected.
“And Alex less,” Daddy added.
“And Landon less,” I added.
I finished my food and went back upstairs and got on my computer. I checked out DailyDiapers. Then I checked out ADISC and then I decided to go to the abdlstoryforumindex. That place was dead because there are only few very posts there a day or week. I was done with that place within two minutes and went to Wrongplanet. I looked around and then I went to Facebook. I looked on the newsfeed looking for anything interesting.
I spent all morning on the computer and Daddy came in our room and checked on me.
“Let’s get you dressed,” he said. “Do you want to be a baby girl today or go as your adult self?”
“Baby girl,” I said.
Daddy went in our special chest and took out some outfits. He decided on a Sesame Street outfit. Even though I am not into that show, I find the outfit to be very cute. It was shortalls with white ruffles on the edges and it was all pink with Sesame Street characters and it had some blue on it and it came with a shirt that was blue to match the color on the shortalls.
“Is this fine?”
I nodded.
“We can always change your outfit later,” he said.
He took my computer away and had me stand up. He undressed me and checked my diaper.
“You’re already wet,” he said. “My baby girl never stays dry long.”
He put my pink shirt on and put on my shortalls and buttoned the back. Then he brushed my hair and let me get back to my toy.

Christina and her kids left to go see their father. I wasn’t sure what they were going to be doing. It was just Daddy and I alone by ourselves. Daddy served me milk in a sippy cup. I took it from him and started to drink out of it. I preferred sippy cups than bottles for some reason. I waited for the guests to arrive. I wasn’t sure who they were, Daddy met them online and they agreed to meet up with their little girls. They were also from the same area.
I was checking out Fetlife when the guests arrived. I just stayed on my computer. I heard talking downstairs. I was expecting the baby girl to come upstairs and see me but she never did. I was checking out Kinky Parents group.
Then Daddy came in our room. “We got company. Do you want to meet them?”
I shrugged.
What was I going to do with them? I could play video games with them. I was looking forward to seeing them but now I was feeling anxious. I wanted to stay on the computer.
“Do you want to meet your playdate?” Daddy asked.
“Send her up here,” I said.
I went back to my computer and Daddy left.
Then the baby girl came up to my room and she looked to be about my age but hard to tell for adults because they all look the same so I don’t know if someone is older or younger when they are young. The girl was a little chubby and she had light brown hair and some make up and she was dressed like a little. She wore clothes that were from stores. She had in pigtails and had some glitter on her cheeks and I could tell she was diapered.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hello,” I said back.
“I’m Rachel, what is yours?”
“Natalie,” I said.
“Natalie, how are you?”
Not this small talk.
“Good,” was my automatic response.
“How is the weather?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know, is it nice out?”
“Cloudy but not rainy and the temperature is right,” Rachel replied. “So, got anything on mind?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like what you want to do?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Well our daddies hooked us up and my daddy told me I had a playdate, you really are dressed up like a baby, where did you get that outfit?”
“Ebay,” I said.
Then I decided to try some small talk.
“Where did you get yours?” I asked.
“I bought this at a jumble sale and I bought some patterns and sewed them on,” she told me more about her outfit. I tried to listen without zoning out. I was already done with small talk and I just stayed on my computer hoping Rachel will talk about something interesting than asking all these uninterested questions.
Then she asked me something interesting.
“So how long have you been a little?” Rachel asked.
I shrugged. I wasn’t sure. It gradually happened so it was hard for me to say when it happened. It wasn’t like I decided one day I will be an AB and boom I bought everything right away.
“When did you discover the AB/DL community?” Rachel asked another question.
“When I was fifteen, you?” I asked.
“My daddy introduced me to it so it’s been three years now. How did you get into it?”
“I discovered it online and I only liked reading about it and had no interest in being a baby and I envied them because they could choose to wear diapers and when to stop. Then later I decided to buy a bottle to see what it was like to drink from it so I bought one when I had some money and I was alone in the store and then I bought a pacifier because I kept putting things in my mouth and I felt like I wanted to suck on something in my sleep so I got a pacifier. Then when I was nineteen, I met another guy online and he introduced me to a crib and had me lie in it and I felt so relaxed, I wanted one ever since. Then when I was twenty two, I bought my first AB outfit on ebay and it has evolved from there. It’s hard to say how long I have been a little. I am not into toddler toys or baby toys.”
“Me neither,” said Rachel. “I like little things like coloring or watching kid shows I like or going out with daddy.”
“I like computer and video games,” I said.
“Do you like going out?”
“Yes,” I said.
“You like going to a cinema?”
“Too expensive.”
“When did you begin to wear nappies?”
“When I was seven.”
“Seven? Did you wet the bed or something?”
“I got in a car accident and became incontinent,” I said.
“Oh, so that’s why you envied them. I can’t imagine my life being incontinent.”
“At least you know it’s not something you want,” I said.
“Oh I know. I often see many ABs wishing to have it.”
“Sometimes they ask me how can they make themselves incontinent and I used to get it all the time. They have no idea what it’s really like.”
“I have been in so many situations and I wonder how does an incontinent person handle it or how do they travel or go to peoples’ houses or share a room.”
“I pack an extra case or order them ahead of time and ship them to the room I am staying in,” I said. “I let people find out I wear them without stressing to hide it, my husband has an application on his phone that allows us to locate a place that sells adult nappies and what kind for if we travel, it’s a cool application some incontinent person invented to help others with it to travel or for emergencies.”
“Wow, you don’t care if people know you wear nappies,” said Rachel.
“I don’t let incontinence rule my life anymore and I got tired of the anxiety so if I don’t care who knows and who finds out, I feel normal and calm. I am just used to it and it all feels normal and no one says anything about it. Sometimes I still get nervous and embarrassed.”
She talked to me some more as I did the computer. Then I started to talk about what I was reading on the forum. Rachel talked about what we were talking about as I kept talking about what I was reading. I would respond to her if I had anything to say and then go back to talking about my topic. Then Rachel got up and left the room telling me she was going downstairs. I told her okay and watched some youtube videos on abandoned places in the United States.

Daddy soon came upstairs and checked my diaper. He put his hand on it and said I needed to be changed before we go out so he took my computer and set it on the floor and brought me to the bed. He laid me on the changing pad and he got out another diaper. He undid my shortalls and pulled them up. He undid my diaper and he started to clean me down there again and lifted my legs. Then he put them down and unfolded the clean diaper and put it under me. He poured powder on me again and rubbed it in my skin and in the diaper and pulled it up and taped it closed. Then he put the plastic pants on me and buttoned up my shortalls again.
“Marty and I want to take you girls to the park so do you want to change outfits or stay in this one?” Daddy asked.
“I’ll stay in it,” I said.
I wanted to see how many reactions I will get. I don’t really go out as an AB or do it around my family or relatives. I have done it in front of Christina while playing AB together and I made her use my diaper she had on. She said it felt very weird peeing in it and how it felt after it was wet. We sucked on pacifiers, drank from a bottle and played video games together and we both wore a t shirt and diaper. It was a lot of fun but she said it wasn’t her thing and she will never understand it but she won’t judge.
“Okay, let’s get your nappy bag ready,” said Daddy.
He started to pack my bag.
I grabbed my stuff I wanted to bring. My Nintendo 3DS and I made sure it was in sleep mode so I could collect some streetpasses. That is a new hobby I decided to do. I like to go out during the day when my son is in school and collect some streetpasses to complete my panels and Find Mii and get new costumes for my Mii. It gets frustrating when I don’t get a streetpass. I like to walk to game stores, places where there will be lot of people, riding the underground, and I love crowds and it makes me feel wild now because I am hoping someone is carrying their Nintendo 3DS and I always take it to my son’s school hoping a kid there is carrying theirs around. I would go to the airport but it’s too far away.
I grabbed my kindle just in case and some of my Nintendo DS games and 3DS. Daddy put them in the bag for me. He also grabbed one of my pacifiers and stuck it in the bag.
“I have the nappies, powder, rash cream, dummy, your toys, changing pads, wipes, oh we should bring an extra outfit along just in case you leak or pee during your change and get it all over,” said Daddy.
He went in our chest again and took out an extra outfit. “Does this look good or do you want me to bring a vanilla outfit?”
“Baby girl outfit,” I said.
Daddy put it in his arms and closed the chest and told me to come downstairs. I followed after him and Rachel was in the living room looking at a magazine. Baby girls can look at magazines because I know I did when I was little.
“You’re going to wear that?” Rachel asked me sounding like I was doing something wrong.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Out in public?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah this is adult baby day,” I said.
“I’m sorry, but that is for in private only, not around other people. We don’t need to be exposing our kink to the vanilla world-”
“Now honey, if Steven’s princess wants to wear that outfit, it is her right and it’s not harming anyone,” said her daddy.
I danced around waiting to go.
Daddy also grabbed the picnic basket and a blanket and I put my rain coat on. Rachel’s Daddy had their diaper bag in his hand. I assumed it was the diaper bag since it was big.
Daddy locked our house and we walked to the park. We lived a good walking distance. Instead of driving, the daddies decided we will walk. I loved walking, it’s greet exercise and burn calories. I hopped and skipped letting myself be my old self from my childhood. I stepped over lines and avoided stepping on them.
“Do you have a problem with cracks in the sidewalk?” Rachel asked.
“No,” I said.
“So why are you avoiding them?”
“I’m playing don’t step on the cracks. Wanna join me?”
“No thank you,” she said.
I kept on walking and taking each step between the cracks. Then we crossed a street and I walked on the white lines.
“Jee I hope it won’t rain,” said Marty.
“It’s supposed to be nice out today,” said Daddy. “I checked the forecast.”
“I hope the forecast is right.”
I was hoping it wouldn’t rain on us either. It was cloudy and cool out. Not cold of course, just right.
Then Rachel asked me some more questions.
“I see you have kids living in the house, how many do you have?”
“I only have one and a step son and my cousin lives with us and she has two kids,” I said.
“I have two kids myself,” said Rachel.
“How old are they?” I asked.
“Seven and five. How old are yours?”
“Twelve and nine,” I said.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine. You?”
“Twenty –six.”
“So which one is yours?”
“The nine year old.”
“Do you wear your AB outfits in front of your kids?”
“No,” I said.
I had on accident but I still don’t wear them in front of them. It’s mostly with AB pajamas and I don’t wear my AB outfits often. I don’t want to wear them out and ruin them. They cost a lot and I don’t want to hand wash them every time. Some I will wash in the machine but it depends on what is on the outfit. I just don’t want any pictures to fade.
“How often do you role play?” Rachel asked.
That was hard to answer because it varied.
“I am not sure, whenever we are alone and have the chance,” I said.
“I overheard your daddy talking and he told my daddy you guys do it all the time.”
“Yeah when he is home and not at work.”
“Even in front of the kids?”
“There are discreet ways of doing it,” I said.
“How does that work?”
“You and your daddy don’t do it discreetly?” I asked. “So if he takes you out, it will just look like to everyone else you are both out having a day out together because you would be wearing your normal clothes,” I explained. “But in your world, your daddy is just taking his baby girl out and no one will know that.”
“So where are your kids and your cousin?”
“My cousin went out with her kids and my step son is with his mum and my son is with his grandfather for the weekend,” I replied.
“I noticed something in your home, I noticed you had these cards hanging up all over and you had some locks on the cupboards and on the windows and doors and furniture attached to the wall.”
“Yeah my son can wander out of the house sometimes,” I said. “He can also ruin my stuff so I have to keep my things locked away and I don’t want him making a mess in the kitchen but he tries to pick the locks you know. He is smart.”
“Aren’t you worried he will escape from his granddad’s?”
“No,” I said. “My dad watches him and takes good care of him.”
Then we arrived at the park and started to walk around. Not one person had said a word about my outfit. I had on a coat covering it but the front could be seen since I didn’t have it zipped. It had a playground that was age restricted so we couldn’t play on it. But our daddies took us to it and read the sign and said, “Sorry girls, you two are too big to play in there, they don’t have a playground for our big babies to play on,” said Daddy.
I just ran my hand along the fence as I walked around the playground. Then I saw the Canadian Geese and ran over to them. They all ran into the pond. I didn’t throw anything at them, that was too cruel.
“Natalie, stop,” Rachel yelled at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Stop chasing them.”
“Why?” I asked.
“That is so mean to chase the geese.”
“I’m not hurting them,” I said.
“I know they’re annoying animals but,” said Rachel.
She didn’t say anything else.
“But what?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything still.
I saw Rachel looking at her shoe. I realized she got poop on it from the geese. There was some poop all over the grass.
“Let’s have a picnic girls,” said Marty.
I jumped and flapped my hands.
Daddy took my hand and we walked. They found a spot for us to sit. Marty and Daddy unfolded a blanket and spread it on the ground. I lied on top of it and Rachel sat down too. Daddy opened the basket and took out the plates and silverware and cups.
I opened my diaper bag and took out my video games and Nintendo 3DS. I had no single green light. Darn no streetpasses.
Rachel was sitting on the blanket too with me. I saw her daddy touching her and he was rubbing her bottom and stuck his fingers up her skirt. I just sat here looking at Daddy. He poured a drink in my Disney Princess sippy cup and set it down next to me. I started to drink from it. I saw Marty wiping his hands with a wipe he took from Rachel’s diaper bag which was the black bag while mine was Hello Kitty.
Daddy was getting the food out for everyone and Rachel just sat there.
“How long have you been wearing nappies?” I asked her.
“I already said, three years,” she replied.
I swear my memory is going bad.
“Are any of your kids normal?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Have you ever been to the states?”
“No I have not.”
“What do you think of America?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you think of their crazy lawsuits they do and how fat they are?”
I wanted to see what she thought of my home country and how much she stereotypes them.
“I don’t care,” she said.
She was indifferent about my home country and didn’t care how fat people were there and their obesity increase. Of course not all Americans were fat. That was just generalizing them when people say how fat we all are and how bad our food is. My sister Kelly had gotten chubby while Mom had been losing weight. Crazy lawsuits don’t always happen but they can and have. Of my time I have lived there, we have only been sued once when I was a kid and it was over a thorn bush when a kid rode his bike into it because he wasn’t paying attention. It’s crazy because he wasn’t hurt except he had scratches all over himself.
I moved onto the next topic.
“Have you ever been married?” I asked.
“No.”
“Do you children have the same fathers or different dads?”
Rachel didn’t answer so I asked again. She started talking to her daddy. How rude. That is what Stephanie Tanner always said.
I waited until she was done and I asked her the same question again. Then I nudged her.
“Natalie,” she yelled.
“Honey, don’t push,” said Marty.
“I was just trying to get her attention,” I said.
“You’re asking me personal questions,” she said.
“Oh sorry, I was just trying to do small talk.”
So much for that.
“You have been asking me personal questions,” said Rachel.
I was afraid to ask her anything else to get to know her more so I didn’t talk to her again.
I just played my Nintendo 3DS. I wonder if asking her if she plays it would be a personal question.
Then I saw Rachel was coloring. Marty had out a bunch of coloring books for her and crayons.
“Natalia, do you want to color?” Marty asked.
“Sure,” I said.
Marty handed me a few coloring books and some crayons.
Rachel was lying on her front coloring. I couldn’t do that or the pee would flow to the front of my diaper.
I opened one of the coloring books and started to color. I took off my coat and continued coloring. There were not many people around to comment on my outfit. I didn’t care. I just wanted to see what attention I would get and so far I got none. This felt exciting.
Daddy handed me a plate of my food. He and Marty had drinks poured into their cups and Rachel also had her sippy cup. We kept on coloring as our daddies ate. I didn’t say anything else to Rachel.
I did talk to our daddies but Rachel got mad at me for “interrupting” and said I was being rude. Then she said later it was none of my business when I asked a question.
I was getting a feeling she wasn’t taking a like in me because she didn’t like me trying to have a conversation or do small talk with her. This was reminding me of my school days. No one had treated me this way as an adult. It was bringing back memories and I was feeling bad about myself.
I finished my lunch and then I got up and wandered off. Daddy chased after me.
“Little girls need to stay with their daddies,” he said.
“I want to walk,” I said.
“Okay, just stay close to us and do not go far or I will call your name if you are going too far,” said Daddy.
I went back to the blanket and picked up my Nintendo 3DS and walked around. I was hoping there would be a kid but there was no kid. A kid means likely a Nintendo 3DS and I would have to walk near them to make sure I get a streetpass from them. I read online you have to be very careful with streetpassing because then you would have to explain to an officer what you were doing getting close to a child. I would just show them my Nintendo 3DS and tell them about the streetpass. It’s not illegal to do that so no way could they arrest me.
I walked and then I heard Daddy calling me. I had to turn around and walk towards them again. I looked at the grass and the geese poop and some clovers and dandelions. I picked up the white one and blew it and watch the pieces fly in the air. I used to do this all the time when I was little.
People never came close by so it was useless carrying my Nintendo 3DS. I did see a runner jog by on the pathway but he didn’t even look at us. He just kept on looking forward. I could wear my AB outfits to areas where there are barely any people. I opened my Nintendo 3DSto see how many steps I had taken. I had already earned my maximum coins.
I went back to the blanket and sat down and went back to coloring.
“Isn’t it great our baby girls are getting along,” said Marty.
I wanted to say Rachel didn’t like me and keeps getting mad at me but I didn’t. The daddies thought I was doing okay. Maybe it was all in my head and I was being too sensitive.
“You girls having fun?” Daddy asked.
“This is a nice day going to the park,” said Rachel.
“I am,” I said.
I was having a fun time coloring. I liked color by numbers. I was doing every color by numbers I could find in the book and coloring a hidden picture and coloring each part that had a dot in it. Then I pooped in my diaper. I felt my diaper expand and poop spilling inside it. I felt turned on what I just did. I had pooped in my little girl outfit.
“It smells like someone farted,” said Rachel a few seconds later.
“I pooped,” I said.
“You pooped your nappy right here around food while we were still eating?” Rachel asked. “That is so gross. Couldn’t you do that later?”
Giving her the benefit of the doubt I told her, “I am also bowel incontinent in case you didn’t know. I get no warning I have to go so it comes out when I have to go and I have no way of stopping it.” Then I went back to little girl mode. “Daddy I poopy my nappy,” I said.
“Okay Princess, we will get you cleaned up when I am done eating,” he said.
“You should change her now,” Marty told her.
“But we’re still eating.”
“For one, it smells and two, she could get an infection.”
“But I don’t want to change her now where there is food and then go back to eating where a nappy had been changed and I will not do it in the grass. She likes being dirty don’t you Princess?”
“Okay,” said Marty.
“Yeah,” I said. “It feels nice and squishy just as long as it’s not a nappy blowout or not too runny and I like feeling it spread in my nappy just as long as it does not go out or get too disgusting.”
“I am done eating,” said Rachel pushing her plate away. “That was way too much information.”
I wondered if she was done because of me.
Daddy came over to me and said in my ear, “That was not appropriate to say around food honey.”
I giggled.
“You don’t talk about the contents of your nappy while we’re eating,” Daddy told me. “But if it’s us two alone, it’s fine. I don’t mind it but you don’t do it when there are other people with.”
“But you talked about it,” I said.
“Yes but you said a little too much. You were fine until you talked about why you like it and when you don’t like it.”
Daddy sat back down in his spot. I kept on coloring.
“Natalie, did you just color in all the pages with hidden pictures and color by numbers?” Rachel asked holding one of her coloring books I colored in.
“Yes,” I said.
Rachel put the book down and had a look on her face like I did something wrong.
“Honey, we bought those for the playdate,” Marty told her.
“She colored in all of these pages,” Rachel complained pointing at one of the pictures.
“We can always buy you more,” Marty told her.
“Why did she do this? Aughhh.”
“We’ll get you more and we can keep some for you to use only.”
I tried not to let her make me feel bad. I blocked out the feelings and felt fine and didn’t care. I guess she liked that activity too and she was mad I did all the color by numbers and the hidden picture coloring. I didn’t know it would upset her and I thought they were sharing with me. If they were special, I thought they wouldn’t have been given to me and Rachel didn’t mind I was coloring in them. So I thought everything was fine. Next time I color in someone else’s coloring book or activity book, I will ask what puzzles they want me to do or what pages they want me to color and what pages to leave alone and if there is any limit to what I do in the book so I won’t upset them. I’ll make a note of that in my head.
“Sorry, I didn’t know, you never told me how many color by numbers I could do and the hidden pictures,” I said.
“It’s okay Natalia, it’s not a big deal,” Daddy told me. “Those are replicable, you didn’t do anything wrong so don’t you worry.”
Oh good, so it was only Rachel with the problem and I didn’t break any social rule or etiquette. I guess I can scratch off that new rule for myself.
Daddy waited until we were all done eating before he changed me because he didn’t want to do it around food. Marty left with Rachel to give us some privacy. Daddy decided he would just change me right here and told me there was no one around so we will be fine and who is going to come up to us and ask. He would just tell them I am incontinent and need help with my changes if they ask. I reminded him I was in my baby outfit and we had coloring books here and sippy cups and childish plates.
“I’ll just tell them you tend to spill so you use a sippy cup and you like to color and you are a kid at heart.”
“There are water bottles,” I said.
“So,” said Daddy.
The wind blew a little and Daddy put an underpad down. I could see some clouds in the sky and more were blowing in again. It had been cleared and then it was starting to get cloudy again.
“Here, get top of this,” Daddy told me.
I lied on it. He reached in my diaper bag and put a pacifier in my mouth. “This will help keep you calm. Don’t worry, no one will see and not one person has come up too us so I am sure they will be too busy to care what we are doing and we have done this before and no one bothered us did they?”
“No,” I said through my pacifier.
“Just relax while I get you changed.”
Daddy undid my shortalls and pulled them up and pulled down my plastic pants. He took out a wipe and opened up my diaper and wiped the rest off me and rolled it. Then he lifted my legs in the air and picked up the wipe and started to wipe me down there.
“Someone is enjoying this,” said Daddy.
The wipe rubbed on my pussy and between my butt cheeks and around there. I looked around and saw no one and I turned the other way and I could see two people walking but they never looked. I couldn’t believe how Daddy could change me and no one takes notice. We were in a secluded area and I wonder if Daddy intentionally picked this spot for in case Rachel and I needed a diaper change.
I could see Rachel and Marty ahead and he was just holding her hand. Rachel looked my way and I didn’t care she saw me getting my diaper changed.
Daddy used another wipe and cleaned me up. He cleaned inside my labia and pussy.
“Daddy is enjoying this too,” said Daddy.
He continued wiping me and I enjoyed it forgetting we were in public. Then he had a wipe up against my pussy and set me down and cleaned me up some more. He rubbed my labia some more with another clean wipe.
Then he put the wipes inside the diaper and pulled it away. The tabs got stuck to my skin I helped him unstick them and he pulled the diaper aside.
“How big was it?” I asked.
“It was a can sized one,” he said. “Like a pop can.”
“Did it spread?”
“A little.”
“Was the cleanup bad?”
“Not too bad.”
Daddy unfolded the clean diaper and lifted my butt up again and put it under me. He rubbed rash cream down there and poured some powder on me and rubbed it all over me and cleaned his hands and taped the diaper closed. He put my plastic pants back on and buttoned up my shortalls again. Then he rolled up my dirty diaper and took out a plastic bag and put my diaper in there and tied it. He put it in the diaper bag and told me to help him move everything off and fold the blanket. We moved everything off the blanket and we folded it together and Daddy had me carry my own diaper bag while he carried the picnic basket and blanket. I put my pacifier back in the diaper bag. We caught up to Marty and Rachel. They went back and got their stuff and we walked around the park. I put my coat back on because it felt colder. I saw a trash can and I went to it and pulled out the bag and threw it in there with my used diaper. I checked my Nintendo 3DS to be sure it was still on.
Rachel never asked me anything else about me so I guess she wasn’t interested in me or didn’t like me.
We walked and there were the tennis courts and two people playing. I saw they had their tennis equipment on the ground.
“You’re free to join us,” one of them said.
Rachel went in the court and picked up one of the tennis rackets and ran onto the court. Our daddies went inside the court.
“C’mon Nat,” said Daddy.
He didn’t call me princess because then those other people would hear.
I went inside and our daddies had tennis rackets. I grabbed one last racket and grabbed a birdie. I tossed it in the air and hit it. I was never interested in tennis or badminton except hitting it and I never liked to keep score. Too bad there was no other tennis racket or I would have used that too and try and hit the birdie with both in my hands.
“Natalia, come join us,” Marty called.
The other couple didn’t say anything about my cute outfit. It felt normal wearing it in public because no one was taking notice to it. It was making it more fun.
Everyone played and I was off by myself. The teams were uneven because of me not joining in.
“Natalia, come join us so we have even teams,” said Daddy.
I still walked around and hit the birdie and trying to hit it over the fence.
“Natalie, come join us,” Rachel called.
I guess she didn’t dislike me despite acting like she did.
More and more clouds blew in and it feel cool again because of no sun.
I walked over to them and joined in. I tossed the birdie aside. I joined Rachel and the guy. Now the teams were even. They were playing badminton. Better than tennis. I sucked at the game but I was not keeping score and I kept trying to hit the birdie. It never went to where I was and it either went up ahead of me or over me and I was no Sonic.
“Cute outfits,” the woman shouted at us.
Finally someone took notice and she liked mine.
I could hear our daddies and her talking. I bet they were talking about our outfits.
Then the birdie came at me and I it at it and I wacked it. It didn’t go over the net.
“Darn it, it didn’t go over,” I said.
Rachel picked it up and served it.
I played with the tennis racket by waving it and touching it where you hit the tennis ball at and the birdie.
“Pay attention,” Rachel yelled.
I paid attention but I kept day dreaming without realizing it. I noticed the birdie flew by my and I didn’t react fast enough.
“Natalie,” Rachel yelled.
I ran after the birdie and picked it up.
“Throw it here,” Rachel ordered.
I tossed it to her and she sighed like I did something wrong. I didn’t care about why she sighed so I didn’t worry about it and wasn’t going to obsess about it and think hard why she did it and what it meant.
Rachel picked up the birdie and tossed it on the other side of the net.
Marty picked it up and hit it.
We played for a while and then it started to rain. It started out with light rain and we kept on playing. We even switched sides and we still had the same teams. Then we switched teams and Rachel was on the other side with her daddy and guy and it was Daddy and I and the woman. Her name was Julie and her husband’s name was Bryce.
“I think we should head back,” I said to Daddy.
“It’s not raining hard,” said Daddy.
“But it might rain harder and it will get wet,” I said.
Daddy just kept on playing and so did Rachel and Marty. I played too hoping we would be done before it rains hard.
It rained harder and we decided it was time to wrap it up and leave. I complained to Daddy about the rain and was mad he made us stay. I put the tennis racket back and picked up my diaper bag. We all left the court leaving Julie and Bryce who were putting away their tennis rackets and their birdies. Daddy carried the picnic basket and blanket and we all started to run. The rain was cold and I buttoned up my coat. Rachel didn’t have on a coat so she got soaking wet and so did our daddies.
We ran out of the park and on the sidewalks to get back to my house. It rained harder and I was soaking wet. We made it home and I took off my shoes and coat and hung them up.
“Girl, we are going to give you a hot bath,” said Daddy. “Go up to the bathroom in our room.”
I went upstairs to the bathroom and Marty brought Rachel to the bathroom. Daddy ran the water in the tub and checked it and Marty was undressing Rachel. I saw her diaper and I could tell it was wet. I wonder how many times she peed in it. Daddy got me undressed and he took off my socks too. Then he took off my bra and diaper and I got in the tub. Daddy took out my bath toys and put them in the tub and poured in some bubbles. He threw my wet diaper away. Marty left too. The water still filled the tub and I started to look at the toys. I picked up my bath coloring book and started to color using the water crayons.
“Do you like getting bubble baths?” I asked Rachel who was also in the tub.
Oops, I hope that wasn’t a personal question.
“Yeah,” she said. “Daddy gives me them all the time when we role play.”
“How often you role play?”
“Few times a week when the kids are in bed or in school or when they are at their Grandma’s. How often do you do it?”
“It depends,” I said. “Hard for me to say. How long have you been wearing diapers?”
“That is the third time you have asked me that,” said Rachel.
“Sorry my memory has been going bad as years go by,” I said.
“What else do you remember what I have said about myself,” said Rachel.
“You have two kids, you got introduced to it, you like to color,” I said.
“Anything else?”
I thought more trying to remember what else she has said.
“You didn’t like me chasing the geese,” I said.
“So that’s all you remember? Do you remember what I said about my little outfit?”
“You got it at a yard sale and you bought patterns for it,” I said.
“What’s a yard sale?”
I remembered they didn’t call them that here.
“Jumble sale,” I said.
“Anything else?” Rachel asked.
“No,” I said.
I didn’t tell her I zoned out in her talk because I was not interested in how she made her outfit, her getting it at a yard sale and sewing patterns on it was all I needed to know. I hate it when people add in detail without me asking first. If I want to know more, I would ask.
“I doubt your memory is going bad, you just need to listen more,” said Rachel.
That comment made me feel better. Maybe I am not losing my mind and I just need to listen harder.
“How old are my kids?” Rachel asked.
“Seven and four,” I guessed.
“Close, seven and five.”
Then I remembered something else about her. “You said you don’t want to be incontinent.”
“Yes and why is that?”
“You know the inconvenience about it and you know it’s not all roses.”
“So you have been listening.”
“How did you get introduced to this lifestyle?” I asked.
“I met Daddy and he told me about all this after a month of dating and I decided I wanted to try it so he put a nappy on me and I let him feed me and give me a bottle and a dummy.”
“How often do you wear?”
“When we role play or when I don’t want to look for a toilet so I wear one in public. They come in handy for convenience.”
I scribbled on the tub. Rachel was playing with my bath toys.
Then Daddy came in the bathroom again.
“How are the little girls doing?” he asked.
“I’m good Daddy,” I said.
“I’m just relaxing,” said Rachel.
Daddy grabbed a pitcher and came over to me and he put some water in it and poured it over my head. I spat some water out and shook my head.
“Natalie, you’re spitting at me,” said Rachel.
Daddy poured water on my head a few more times and then he started washing my hair. He rinsed it out and then said “I am going back to cooking so you two keep on playing and then when dinner is ready, we will come up and get you.”
Daddy left and I looked at my toys.
“Do you have any special need kids?” I asked.
“No,” said Rachel.
“My step son is normal, my own isn’t,” I said.
Rachel didn’t ask me anything else.
“Are you going to ask me anything about myself or my life?” I asked.
“How can you say your own kid isn’t normal?”
“He’s autistic.”
“So you think less of him because of his disability?”
“No,” I said.
Rachel didn’t ask me anything else.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“No, I’m good.”
I watched the bubbles dissolving into the water and I kept on coloring. Then I farted. I made bubbles go up and I giggled. I did more farts and then Rachel shouted, “Oh my god,” and got out of the tub fast.
I noticed the water had turned brown around me and Rachel yelled, “Why couldn’t you do that outside the tub?”
“I didn’t mean to, I can’t help it,” I cried.
I got out of the tub too.
“So why didn’t you get out when you felt the urge?” Rachel shouted.
“Are you stupid? You know what incontinence is and I am bowel incontinent, I told you that at the park,” I yelled. “I can’t feel when I have to go.”
“But you still should have gotten out of the tub when you felt it.”
“I didn’t feel it, I thought I was farting,” I said.
“So why didn’t you go in the toilet when you were?”
I was feeling mad about her making me feeling bad about myself. I felt like shoving her to get her to stop being so ignorant. I didn’t know how to respond to her question.
Then our daddies came in the bathroom.
“What is the yelling about?” Marty asked.
“She pooped in the tub,” said Rachel.
“It was an accident,” I yelled. “And she is being stupid because I told her I am bowel incontinent.”
“And she insults people,” said Rachel.
“You deserved it,” I said. “I already told you I am bowel incontinent and it’s not rocket science to understand.”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” said Marty. “Stop, slow down.”
Daddy pulled the plug and the water started to go down the drain.
“My baby girl didn’t mean to poop in the tub,” said Daddy. “That comes with the territory when you bathe with her or shower.”
“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew this was going to happen,” said Rachel.
“I didn’t know either,” I said.
“You knew you do this so why take a bath with me?”
“I thought you already knew because I told you I am incontinent,” I said.
“Go sit on the potty Natalia,” said Daddy.
I sat on the toilet.
“I’m going to rinse you off to ensure the poop is off your skin after the tub is done draining,” said Daddy.
After the water was drained from the tub, Daddy rinsed it out and wiped the poo out and Rachel got in and rinsed off under the faucet and then her daddy dried her off.
“Natalia, you’re next,” said Daddy.
I got up and got in the tub and Daddy rinsed me off and then he turned it off. Then he grabbed a towel and dried me off. Marty left Rachel in the bathroom while Daddy brought me to our bedroom and had me lie on the mat. I lied down and Daddy took out a fresh diaper and diapered me. Marty came in our room with a clean diaper for his baby girl. He got her changed in the bathroom. Daddy got me dressed in my other adult baby outfit. He put a pair of socks on me. “Go play little girl,” he said.
I grabbed my Nintendo 3DS from the diaper bag and brought it downstairs to the living room. I saw the light was green. I tagged someone, yes. I opened it and I saw the green dot at Mii Plaza and at the notifications. I tapped the Mii Plaza with my finger and waited for the game to load. Then I saw my Mii at the gate and another Mii came up and it was only one person I tagged. He greeted me and I greeted him back and he told me what his recent software was he had been playing. I then went to games and did the panel first and then Find Mii. After I was done I turned on the TV.
Marty and Rachel came down. Rachel was dressed in her wet clothes again.
“We are going to leave,” said Marty. “My baby girl isn’t feeling well.”
“Okay,” said Daddy. “See you soon, have a great evening.”
“Say bye to Natalia,” Marty told Rachel.
Rachel waved at me.
“Princess, wave bye bye,” said Daddy.
“Bye,” I said in a childish voice waving my hand at her.
Marty put his coat on and put Rachel’s on her and he picked up her diaper bag and they left.
It was just Daddy and me alone. I hoped they didn’t leave because of me.
“We have extra food now so maybe your cousin and her kids may want some,” said Daddy.
He started to put some food on our plates. I just looked on our WiiU he got me for my twenty-eighth birthday. I played Kirby’s Adventure I downloaded. I pooped in my diaper again and it felt runny. I felt it spread around. It must be a shitty day today my body is doing. I stayed in it and it really did spread. I could barely feel it.
“Princess, come to the kitchen and eat,” Daddy called.
“What did you make Daddy?” I asked.
“I made your favorite, macaroni and cheese and there is chicken with barbecue sauce and some vegetables.”
I paused the game and ran into the kitchen panting like a dog.
Daddy took out one of Haley’s bibs and sniffed the air.
“Oh pee ew, did you fart?”
“I pooped my nappy again,” I said.
“Oh, let’s get you changed and then we’ll eat.”
Daddy put the bib down and brought me upstairs. I laid on the changing mat and Daddy took out another diaper, he undid my outfit and said, “You leaked outside your nappy and it got on the outfit, I am going to have to take it off. I sat up and he pulled it off me carefully. He tossed it in the dirty clothes and I laid back down again. He opened my diaper and said, “It’s all over you, I am going to give you another bath.”
He pulled me up and took me to the bathroom. He tuned the water on again and felt it and had me go in the tub. Instead he started to splash water on my bottom and pussy. All the poo washed off and then Daddy turned it off. He dried me off again and took me back into the bedroom. He diapered me again and put my AB pajamas on me this time. He threw my diaper away outside. Then he put the bib on me. It was a good sized bib and it covered my chest . I sat down in my spot and Daddy poured me a sippy cup and set it in front of my plate.
“You forgot a fork Daddy,” I said.
“Babies eat with their hands,” said Daddy and then he took a sip from his cup.
I ate my vegetables first using my hand. Then I ate my macaroni and cheese.
“Daddy, do you think they left because of me?” I said.
“I do admit Rachel got a little frustrated with you,” said Daddy.
“Why?” I asked.
“Sometimes you ask too many questions and some people don’t like it and they can be personal ones you ask,” said Daddy.
“But I read online lot of people like to be asked questions about themselves,” I said.
“I know, but not everyone likes to be asked a lot of questions, especially personal ones.”
“I guess I shouldn’t do that social rule then,” I said. “I must have done it wrong. I don’t even know what ones are personal.”
I also read online when people want to leave, they won’t tell you why, instead they will say things like they have to go or they are not feeling well because they don’t want to hurt your feelings. But why even lie if they already know the real reason? Marty would mind as well say, “We are going to leave because Rachel is hurt over Natalie calling her stupid and her pooping in the tub.” Then I would have said “I already told her, I am bowel incontinent. How hard is it to understand that?”
“I know, that is what makes you an adult baby. Oh well, there are other playdates out there and maybe we will find another couple,” said Daddy. “Maybe this time it will go better and you two will get along.”
We ate our dinner and Daddy wiped my hands and face with a wet rag when I was finished. He took the bib off and put the food away in food containers and he did the dishes and decided to have me watch a video. I paused the game and he asked me if I wanted to watch a kid video or a normal video. I decided on kid video since today was a little day.
“Do you want to pick the title or have Daddy do it?”
“Daddy do it,” I said.
Daddy looked and then he took out a Teleubbies VHS tape and put it in the VCR. He went upstairs and came back down with my pacifier and stuck it in my mouth. He went back in the kitchen came back out with the sippy cup and handed it to me. I drank out of it. Daddy sat down next to me.
“Do you want to cuddle with your Daddy?” he said.
I crawled next to him and he put his arm around me and started to rub me. I enjoyed the nice soft feeling. I could never get enough of it.
Halfway through the show, I pooped again. I felt my diaper getting filled with poo and it spreading all over.
Daddy smelled it a minute later and said,” You are sure having those stinky farts again.”
He felt my diaper and said, “You did a doo doo again.”
I wasn’t sure if it went out my diaper again.
Daddy picked up the remote and paused the show. “Let’s get you cleaned up again sweetheart.”
He took me upstairs and I laid back on the changing mat and Daddy pulled down my pajamas. You really did have a blowout. It’s outside your legs and it got on the trousers. He tossed them in the dirty pile and undid my diaper. “I hope you aren’t sick,” he said. “This is the third nappy you have messed today and the fourth you have pooped.”
“We can always use cloth to save on nappies,” I said.
“No, Daddy doesn’t like cloth. We will just use as many nappies as we can and order more, this can’t last too long.”
Daddy gave me another bath and put a fresh diaper on me. All he did was rinsed the poo off me and was done. Then he dried me off and put me on the bed and put a clean one on me. Daddy got me dressed in my other AB pajamas and threw my diaper away outside and washed his hands in the kitchen. I was back to watching the Teletubbies. Daddy went upstairs and came back down with four of my big Teletubbies and put them on the couch with me. “Now they can watch themselves on TV,” said Daddy.
Soon, Christina and her kids came home. Daddy told me they were back and to get rid of the pacifier and go upstairs and put a robe on. I ran upstairs leaving my Teletubbies on the couch as the door opened. I took out my pacifier and put on my bathrobe and tied it. I also put on some plastic pants so I wouldn’t dirty another pair of my pajamas. I went back downstairs and went back to watching the Teletubbies. I realized the sippy cup was still out. Oops.
I think Christina saw it but she didn’t touch it. Haley just started to play with her toys in the living room behind the chairs where her little play area is and Alexis went upstairs to their room.
I thought about our playdate we had today. I thought about how Rachel acted towards me and her attitude and her tone. I tried to be friendly with her and do some small talk and know her more but failed somehow. I don’t know what I did wrong to make her not like me. I never insulted her until she got mad at me for pooping in the tub but she didn’t like me anyway. I never pushed her or said anything mean. I didn’t tease her or boss her around. What did I do? Was it because I play computer and video games? Was it because I don’t like going to movies because they are too expensive? Is it because I was dressed like a little girl? She was too so it would make her a hypocrite if she thought it was wrong to wear my AB outfit in public while she was obviously diapered and dressed like a little and had glitter on her cheeks and pigtails. Why is that appropriate in public and not my outfit? It wasn’t Halloween. Did she not like the furniture being bolted in the walls or cabinets being locked or having a special lock on the door or having visual signs all over the house? Was it because I wasn’t good at Badminton and took too long to join in? She had an attitude towards me before the game so that wasn’t it. The worst I could think of was she didn’t like incontinent people. But why wouldn’t she like them? She pees her diapers too, I wonder if she also poos in them. Was it because my memory is bad? Why wouldn’t someone like me for that? She could have just been a closed minded person, someone I had not seen since I have left school. Not everyone grows up. I swear there has to be something out there that is like racism except it’s with differences. Not liking someone over a quirk or an issue they have or because they don’t like something you like doing or are interested in. It’s like racism but it’s not over skin color or Judaism or being Russian or Chinese or Mexican. I wonder if it’s still considered racism to not like someone because they are American. Could Rachel have not liked me because I am American? But I am only half and she didn’t seem to care for that country. Did she not care for it because she hated Americans and she picked up I was an American? Maybe my accent gave it away or Daddy told them I am an American. I can “fake” an English accent. I wonder if Rachel could tell it was “fake.” My real dad has given me lessons on it and so has Daddy. But I also know people here hate people faking their accents so be yourself, accent wise. But then I have been corrected how to say things like “auts and crofts,” instead of arts and crafts. You can’t win. Dad told me since I have decided to live here now, I have to learn to speak the language. In my home country, everyone has to learn to speak English when they live there, I have to speak British-English when I live here. But it doesn’t hurt to tell people what we call things back in the states. I tell Alex what we called things in my home country and I tell my cousins’ kids too and I tell Daddy. Whatever it was, I didn’t need Rachel in my life if that is how she is going to be treating me.
When the video ended, I went back to playing Kirby’s Adventure. Christina and her kids didn’t eat because they had already eaten at McDonalds. I didn’t think about Rachel again until the kids were in bed.
I had messed my diaper again and Daddy cleaned me up again and he decided I must have eaten something that is giving me diarrhea. Then he decided to read me a bedtime story. I went in Alex’s room and picked out a book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. That was one of my favorites when I was little. I brought it back to Daddy and I stuck my pacifier in my mouth and sat next to him and he put his arm around me. He started to read. He pointed to the egg on the leaf as he read and then he turned the page and read the words and pointed to the caterpillar walking by the sun that was coming up.
“On Monday he ate through, what is that he ate?” Daddy pointed to the apple.
“Apple,” I said.
“Yes, that’s right. He ate through one apple but he was still very hungry.”
Daddy turned the page and I saw two pears. “What are these he ate through,” he pointed at them with two fingers.
“Pears,” I said.
“On Tuesday, he ate through two pears but he was still very hungry.”
He read through the book and had me name items the caterpillar ate through.
Then he was finished and told me, “Pick out another book for me to read, this one was way too short.”
I took the book from him and went back in Alex’s room and put the book away. I picked out a Step into Reading book I had from when I was a kid. I brought it back to Daddy and he read it to me. It had more words because it was for grades 1-3 and here they call them years. Daddy read the book and then he was done. He rubbed my back and gave me a kiss on my forehead and said, “I love you.”
“Me too Daddy,” I said. “You’re the best Daddy ever.”
“And you’re the best baby girl ever,” he said.
“Even if I am incontinent and not normal?” I said.
“Yes. I love you for you. You’re the best thing ever that has happened.”
“Even if I was kicking your ass,” I said.
“I took care of that,” said Daddy.
Perhaps if my real dad had started to spank my mother for her abuse every time, she would have stopped. Daddy would never let me throw things at him or hit him or punch him or slap him or kick him or spit at him or else it’s a trip over his lap or he would have to leave me. Dad never did that to my mom so she kept at it and I bet she would have stopped if he started to give her adult spankings or just simply leave her if she did it and she knew he wouldn’t leave her so she did it knowing there wouldn’t be a consequence.
One of Daddy’s rules he has for me.
Just because my parents threw things at each other and there was hitting and yelling and restraining and biting and pinching and any other form of psychical fights does not mean it’s okay for me to do it too in our relationship/marriage.
My Dad only did throwing and sitting on my Mom to keep her from hurting him. She did everything else. I had no idea that was abuse until I was an adult when I was reading about domestic violence and abusive relationships and not one has said who is exempted from the label so abuse is abuse no matter what illness someone has or disability or psychological issue or trauma or anger issue. So that meant my mom was an abuser during her episodes and so was I. I still throw things sometimes but not at Daddy and he never punishes me for it. I don’t break anything either. I guess I would have to break something or throw it at him intentionally to get spanked and I would hate to get an adult spanking and I am glad he doesn’t hit me if I threw something an I always feel I didn’t try hard enough to not do it. I would blame my mother for it but Kelly and Brian and Matthew don’t do it so I know it’s not learned behavior or they would be doing it too. I just blame it on anxiety.
“Hey Princess, give me your Kindle and I can read you an adult baby story from it,” said Daddy.
“I already read those,” I said.
“No, we’ll pick a new one and buy it,” said Daddy.
“Lot of them are rip offs and barely even worth the money,” I said.
“This is something special so don’t worry about the money.”
I got out of bed and got my Kindle out of the diaper bag and brought it to Daddy. He turned it on and told me to show him how to get to the stories.
I took the Kindle from him and went to my library and showed him the books.
“Pick out a book little girl,” said Daddy.
I looked at the books and decided on A Mean Girl in Diapers. I bought the book and handed it to Daddy. He started to read it to me. It was about a girl in high school who is very mean so she likes to belittle this one girl in her school who appears slow and shy and has no friends and the mean girl also keeps a very mean journal. Then her notebook gets found and she is in trouble for it. She wrote a bunch of mean stuff about her and about other students but only about her. They knew it was hers because she it was in her writing and everyone knows she picks on her and other kids and how popular she is and she bragged in her notebook about it so her name is all over it. Melissa could deny it all she wanted. She did have two options, sign a waiver or get expelled and not get into college so Melissa signed the waiver without knowing what it is. They wouldn’t tell her and it said she can’t back out of it once she signs it. Then she goes home with the principal and he has a nursery and she gets diapered and dressed like a little girl and has to do things with the principal. It all screamed rape to me. It tuned out the girl she had been picking on turned out to be his cousin and she wasn’t so dumb after all Melissa thought and she actually spoke and she was very dominating and enjoyed blackmailing her.
“Do you like this Princess, does it turn you on?” Daddy asked.
“No,” I said. “I find it disturbing the headmistress is having sex with one of his pupils.”
“At least she is eighteen,” said Daddy. “I can always stop reading it, do you want me to?”
“No, keep going, I want to see what happens and if she gets away.”
Daddy went back to reading. He soon finished the book and I said, “What a rip off, too short and nothing great happened at the end, she is stuck as a diaper slave to Melody.”
“I didn’t like it either,” said Daddy.
He turned my Kindle off. “Maybe you should stick with the stories you read online.”
The stories online are a lot cleaner and more innocent than being all dominative and bondage and incest or a teacher having sex with student or a baby sitter having sex with their clients parents. Don’t get me started on someone being hired as a caregiver and it turned out the person they were caring for was special needs and wore diapers so she ends up having sex with her. I know they can legally consent because not all of them have low intelligence and they can understand sex but something about having sex with your client you are caring for seems wrong and gross and in that book, she never consented to it, she just started doing it to her and she didn’t protest.
“Time for bed little girl, it’s past eleven,” said Daddy. “But let’s check your nappy first.”
Daddy checked me and I was a little wet but not messy.
“Maybe your diarrhea has ended,” said Daddy.
“I hope,” I said.
“Did you brush your teeth little girl?” Daddy asked.
“No,” I said.
“Go do it,” he slapped me in the butt.
I went in the bathroom and so did he. He put toothpaste on my toothbrush and handed it to me. We started to brush our teeth. After I was done, rinsed my mouth and wiped my mouth and went back in our bedroom. I crawled into bed and held my Care Bear and put the pacifier in my mouth. Daddy came back out and turned off the light and crawled into bed. He rubbed my back.
I thought more about our playdate and how I acted and how Rachel acted. I remember she refused to ask me questions about myself and didn’t like my small talk and said I was asking personal ones. Then I realized, maybe she didn’t like small talk so she didn’t ask me anything and got annoyed with me doing it. But she did some when we first met and then didn’t want to do it anymore. Maybe she didn’t like doing it and she had been giving me cues and I didn’t pick up on it so she started to get mad at me when I kept trying to do it. I am so slow at it. It would have been a lot easier if she said she didn’t like small talk. I realized the hints had been there all along, asking her personal questions she mentioned, her not asking me anything and I was so clueless at it and now I have figured it out. I should have stopped when she wasn’t asking me anything about myself. I bet that is why she didn’t like me.
I felt poop entering my diaper again and I was farting. Then there was a smell again and Daddy sniffed and looked under the covers and said, “Smells like you need a clean nappy again. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
This might be a bad night and maybe he will let me stay up after all until the diarrhea is gone.

End.