Too Old to be Young - Chapter 15 – Part 1 of 2

 Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 15 – Part 1 of 2

 

Three thoughts went through Jim’s mind Tuesday evening:  1 – This is the most bizarre thing he had ever heard of!  2 – They can’t be serious!  And 3 – These women are nuts!  There was one other thing he kept thinking too:  Did they actually expect him to do that?  But he already knew the answer to that.  Of course they did!  As evidenced by the fact that they were making sure he had no choice in the matter.  As usual!

Oh, sorry, we’re not there yet.  So forget all that.  Let’s back up a bit to when things were nice and quiet.  Calm.  Relaxed.  Just like all the muscles controlling his peeing and pooping.  All the way back to the start of the day on Tuesday when he woke up – remembering every single time he had woken up during the night to pee.  Nope.  He wasn’t peeing in his sleep without knowing about it yet.  Jim wondered if he should try some of those hypnosis files.  He knew they didn’t really do much, but what could it hurt?  Besides, it might be fun.  He decided to find a few – right AFTER Jackie left.

But all that was secondary on his mind.  Primary was knowing that it was once again Tuesday – the day when Jackie and all her demented friends would saddle him with something to make his life that much worse…not to mention humiliating.  He desperately wondered what they would do to him this time.  Last time, Jackie had him go out to a shoe store earlier in the day to buy himself a pair of high heels to wear all week.  Would she make him go out somewhere today as well?  Only time would tell.  In truth, he was afraid to find out…just like he was afraid to find out what those women would do to him later tonight – at their weekly card game.

He waddled his way out from the bedroom to the kitchen where he set his coffee pot working.  Every step without the heels on his feet was a distinct pleasure.  Just as he had done many times during the night, he flexed his toes often, just because he could.  Hopefully, today would be the last day when Jackie…all those damn women…made him wear those shoes all day.  At least he hoped that would be the case.  He still didn’t know what they had in store for him later.  He was worrying and thinking about that as he barely made note of the fact he was peeing.  But peeing into his diaper wasn’t a major concern.  What those women wanted next of him was.

With the coffee maker working, he went into his office and sat at his desk.  He pulled up his new story again and reread the last chapter he had been working on, making many changes along the way.  Halfway through, he stopped to get himself a cup of coffee before he went back to work.  When he finished with the chapter, he started to wonder where Jackie was.  It was about time for her to make an appearance.  Not to mention, let him out of his onesie so he could get cleaned up.  Despite how thick his diaper was, it was rather soaked inside.

He started his new chapter, then stopped.  He wasn’t sure what he wanted to write next.  Stumped for a while.  He turned all the way back to the beginning of his story, to the very first chapter and started reading it all over again.  He only got halfway down the page when he heard his front door opening.

“Hi Jim,” Jackie called.

“Morning!” he called back as he turned away from his computer.  Five minutes later he was blissfully soaking his body under the warm spray of the shower. 

While Jim was cleaning up, Jackie poured herself some coffee and carried it into his office.  As usual, she looked to see what the latest bit of purely demented trash he was reading…or writing…now.  She was surprised to see the first chapter of that new story on his screen again.  She remembered the strange beginning of it, not at all like his other stories.  This one seemed to be about a bridge…in the beginning anyway.  Without intending to, she started reading from the beginning again.  She suddenly heard Jim calling for her and realized she had read all the way down to the end of the first chapter.  She quickly reset the page to where he had been working and hurried in to see him.

There you are,” Jim said as he finished drying himself off. 

“Sorry,” Jackie replied.  “I was just topping off my coffee,” she lied.  “How about wearing something prettier today.  A skirt and blouse perhaps.  Or maybe a dress?”

Jim looked at her suspiciously.  “Why?” he asked.  “Does this have something to do with what you have planned for tonight?”

“No.  Not at all.  It’s just that since we started, you haven’t bothered to wear any of your…let’s say, fun stuff.  And we do want you to enjoy yourself.  That’s the whole point of this to begin with.”

“Well, I can’t seem to have much fun right now with this damn thing you’ve got locked onto my cock!” he replied.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to enjoy yourself in other ways.”

Jim looked at her.  “True,” he conceded.  He continued staring at her.  “You’re sure this has nothing at all to do with what you have planned for later?”

“Nope!  It doesn’t.  Trust me.”

“How about going out somewhere today.  Do you plan on making me do that?”

“I didn’t, but why don’t you.  It’s up to you of course, but I’m sure you’d enjoy it.  Imagine yourself all dressed in a pretty skirt outfit with those red heels.  Where would you go to enjoy that the most, I wonder.”

“In my bedroom.  Alone!” Jim replied.

Jackie laughed.  “Wear what you want.  It was just a suggestion.”

Jim considered it.  “Maybe.”

Fifteen minutes later, he watched as Jackie walked out the door, not intending on coming back until lunchtime.  He looked down at what he was wearing.  A diaper – of course.  A bra.  Pantyhose.  And his onesie locked onto him over top of all that so he could remove the pantyhose or bra.  Why had he let her talk him into doing that?  Over that he was wearing a nice bouse and a nice print skirt.  And of course, his red heels were strapped to his feet with the tape on the straps so he wouldn’t remove them.  He really, really, really wanted to hump his bed and get himself off.  Especially since he now couldn’t remove his bra or pantyhose.  Stuck!  Just like he was stuck in the diapers.  Just like he was stuck being unable to get any kind of sexual pleasure…other than the mental trip he was living over it all.  Once again, he wondered why he had let her talk her into all that. 

He turned to go back to his bedroom, but he stopped as soon as he got to the doorway.  He stared at his bed.  Damn it!  It was useless.  For all intents and purposes, those damn women had castrated him.  He really hoped they would release him tonight.  He wanted just that much badly.  Just as much as he worried and fretted over what they would saddle him with next.  Whatever it was, he knew for a fact that it wouldn’t be good.  So why was he still looking forward to it so much?  Frustrated, he went back to the office to continue working on his story.

Yeah, the skirt was very nice to wear with the heels.  The rest of what he was wearing too.  Why had he purposely stayed away from all his fun stuff for so long?  And then he remembered – going out into public.  He shuddered at the thought of wearing all that out into a store or somewhere.  But then…how many times now had he gone out in public wearing his red high heels?

 

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“You’re sure about this?” Jim asked.  It was late afternoon and Jim had just gotten out of the shower again.  Jackie had simply “suggested” that he wear what he had been wearing all day.  They had all seen him dressed up before.

“Of course,” Jackie replied.  “I already told you, nobody’s going out tonight, not even you.  Except to come over to my house, and everybody’s already seen you all dressed up for fun.”

“You’re sure,” Jim asked again.

“I just told you that.  No.  The only thing we’re going to undress you for tonight is to shave your body like we’ve done every week.  Then you can get dressed all pretty again.”

He looked at her suspiciously, then nodded.  He really had enjoyed wearing all his fun stuff today.  He had especially enjoyed being “locked” into his bra and pantyhose…as well as his diaper.  A minute later, he grabbed the same bra he had worn all day and put it on.  His pantyhose soon went over top of his diaper, and she herself locked the onesie on him so he couldn’t remove them. 

“I’ll leave you to finish getting dressed,” Jackie told him.  “Same rules as always for tonight.”

With a wave, she was gone, and he stared after her.  That had been almost too easy.  Now he was really worried about later tonight.

 

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