Gramps - Chapter 6

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 6

 

I never actually asked her, but I was sure that Kimmie had drugged me so I wouldn’t hear her installing all the new locks.  Not that it mattered, the deed had been done and the results were evident.  Like it or not I was going to be stuck in diapers all the time for the foreseeable future.  That fact was emphatically pounded clear to me every time I had no choice but to wet my diaper.  A fact that hit me harder and harder each time it happened.  And when I had no choice but to mess that diaper as well, it was twice as bad.

You may all think that I secretly loved it and that it thrilled me.  That was something I didn’t want to admit, even to myself.  Yes, those thoughts did exist, but like I said, I didn’t want to acknowledge those thoughts.  I wanted to be angry about it.  I had told Kimmie no.  She just hadn’t listened.  And now look, I was stuck wearing wet and messy diapers for the next….  Just how long did she expect to keep me like this anyway?  I had no clue.  It sounded like something I had better find out, and soon!  But would she tell me?  I already told you how delighted she was with the situation and how she had laughed over it.

It was normal for me to be wearing diapers to bed now, and that night when Kimmie diapered me and brought me my bottle, she seemed to be happier than ever about everything.  I wasn’t!  And I had good reason for it.  At least she didn’t drug me to sleep again that night.  I know because I was awake far longer than usual, doing something else in that diaper she had put on me (that I wet soon after I got into bed).  At least that was something fun.  But of course, as soon as I was done, it all hit me that much harder.  As usual, I wanted out of the diapers, except this time I knew that like it or not, I couldn’t get out of them.  I would be wearing them until Kimmie had a change of heart and unlocked all those doors.

The next morning, Kimmie was there, in my room already, by the time I got out of the shower.  I was angry, to say the least, but I put up no resistance when she had me lay down on the bed to powder and diaper me.  Just having that diaper fastened on me brought home even harder than before that I was going to be stuck in those diapers, and I was going to be stuck wetting and messing them for…I still didn’t know how long.  Not long I hoped.

This time, instead of my white tights, I was shocked when she started pulling a pair of her pantyhose up my legs.  “What are you doing?”

“Three guesses,” she told me firmly.  “Figure it out.”

“But…”

“Gramps!” she said sternly, then she reached over and grabbed my pacifier and stuck it in my mouth.  “Suck!” she ordered…and I did.  But I’m sure the nasty look I gave her told her how unhappy I was.  The darn girl laughed!  Ugh!

Yes, the pantyhose was something different, and so were the high heels she strapped onto my feet for me.  “Heels?” I tried to ask around that massive thing filling my mouth.

“Live a little,” she told me.  “You never really enjoy yourself.  Try wearing them all day if you can.  Get used to them.”

I wanted to ask why, but when I tried to form the word, well, there are certain sounds that absolutely can’t be made when your mouth is stuffed as much as mine was.

A short while later, I was wearing a shirt, sweater, and I had managed to pull a pair of pants on over those heels.  By that time, Kimmie came downstairs all ready for work.  She kissed me, giggled, and told me to have a good day.  Yes, she was outright laughing when she went out to her car.  She was laughing.  I wasn’t!

Yes, I could take those heels off anytime I wanted.  The pantyhose too.  But the diaper….  I already knew I had no choice but to leave it…and use it…and hate it…and dare I say, enjoy it.  No, I didn’t want to admit that, even to myself.  Remember?

What do you do with yourself all day when you’re stuck wearing high heels?  Okay, like I said, I could take them off anytime I wanted, but they were already on my feet, and Kimmie did have a point.  Why shouldn’t I enjoy them…at least for a little while.

Yes, most days I did a lot of nothing things that I could sit down to do.  But when you’re trying to enjoy wearing high heels, sitting down doesn’t really help the enjoyment factor very much.  Yes, it does some, but it doesn’t really drive home the full experience.

I did this all day, and I did that all day.  Mostly, I did a lot of wandering around inside the house and also out in the backyard.  In the course of my wanderings, I took a better look at all those locks, including the one on my workshop outside.  Yeah, as far as I could see, I had no way of getting past any of them to use a toilet.  Which meant diapers!  But for how long?

Every time my feet started to get tired, I made my way back to my recliner where I leaned back to take the load off.  Relief!  I watched a few shows on TV that way, I read a book once or twice, and a couple of times I went to my computer to spend time looking at sissy baby stuff.  But before long each time, I was up again, trying to find things to do where I could walk around in those heels.  I considered vacuuming the carpet, but I just didn’t feel like it.  So I wandered, then sat.  Wandered, then sat.  Late in the afternoon, I took the heels off.  I also removed the pantyhose.  I put my normal shoes and socks on.

And then Kimmie arrived home.  “Oh Gramps,” she said disappointedly.  “I had hoped you would enjoy wearing those heels all day.”

“Nope!” I told her.  “They didn’t last long at all.  I couldn’t do anything in them.”

She shook her head.  “I’m so disappointed,” she said.  “But if you couldn’t do anything in them, then maybe you just needed some practice wearing them.  Ever think of that?”  With that, she headed up to her room.

Ha!  Pulled one over on her!

When Kimmie diapered me the following morning, the fact that I was going to be stuck in them for the next…who knows how long…hit me harder than ever.  Like it or not, I was going to be wearing diapers for the foreseeable future.  And the truth was, I didn’t know if I liked it or not.  I did…but I really didn’t.  Or was it the other way around? 

Once again, Kimmie started to pull those pantyhose up my legs.

“Kimmie!” I complained.

“Shh!” she shushed me before shoving the pacifier into my mouth.  Darn girl!  “You’re wearing them today…and the heels.  Get used to the idea.”

I tried to ask why.  Some kind of weird sound came out, but she ignored it.  I guess the question wasn’t clear enough because of that plug in my mouth.  No surprise, the pantyhose were followed by the heels that she firmly buckled onto my feet.  But the bigger surprise was when she headed to my closet as I got up from the bed and came back with the one dress I had bought a while back.  “What the hell?” I tried to say, realizing that nothing I was saying sounded the least bit recognizable.

“Don’t bother trying to argue with me,” Kimmie told me firmly.  “I’m not in the mood, and you know perfectly well that I’ll force you to wear it, one way or another.  So I guess it’s your choice, the easy way, or…”  She sighed.  “Trust me Gramps, I’ll fight you physically if I have to, and you know as well as I do that you don’t stand a chance against me.”

That might be true, but still….

She stood there looking at me.  When I didn’t say anything, she brought the dress over to me and held the open back wide for me to step into.  She pulled it up my body and helped me put my arms in the sleeves.  Then she went around behind me and zipped it up.  I felt her fussing at my neck to fasten the clip at the top.  It seemed to take her a while.  But then I almost heard it seem to physically snap into place.

She stood back to look at me.  “That thing is way too big on you.”

“I had no idea what size to buy,” I told her.  “Your Grams was pretty petite, and I’m…not.”

“Yeah, but you’re not that big either.”

“Like I said, I didn’t know what size to get.”

“How about that skirt in the closet?” she asked.  “Does it fit any better?”

I shrugged.  “It has an elastic waist so it’s not too bad,” I told her.  “But the truth is, I have to keep pulling it up when I wear it, which is never, like with this dress.  I’ve maybe worn both once or twice and that’s it.”

She nodded.  “We need to get you better things.  Things that fit.  Not to mention, look better.”  Once again she sighed.  “Okay,” she said.  “Try to keep that thing on all day, okay?  Get used to it.  And especially the heels.  Get used to them.  Learn to walk in them.  If you can’t do anything in them, then it just means you need practice.  So practice!  And be wearing them when I get home tonight.  I want to see that dress still on you too.  Wear it…and enjoy it.  That’s an order!”

Yeah right.

She came over and hugged me.  “I’ve got to get ready for work,” she told me.

Ten minutes later, she called that she loved me and walked out the door.  I was still in my room, still wearing the dress and the heels.

Wear it all, all day?  Maybe.  But maybe not.  I left it all on…for now.

Wearing the dress and heels, I went about my business, or perhaps more correctly, lack of business.  The heels were fun.  The dress…it was fun at first, but after a while, it seemed to become boring.

Since I had no choice but to not just wet, but also mess in that diaper I was wearing (locked bathroom doors can do that to you), I decided to change my diaper to get out of that mess as soon as possible.  Yeah, it sounded like an awfully good idea to me.  Unfortunately, that’s when I discovered a new problem.  I couldn’t get out of that dress! 

I managed to unfasten that clip at the top back easily enough, but when I went to unzip the thing, I discovered that I couldn’t.  I could feel something strange just under the clip at the top, and also under the tab for the zipper.  Something I couldn’t get off.  That something completely prevented me from pulling the zipper down at all.  That something was keeping me trapped inside that dress with no way of removing it unless I took some scissors and cut the thing apart.  And trust me, just then I was very tempted to do that.  It didn’t fit me anyway.  It was way too big…according to Kimmie.  But still, I was reluctant to totally destroy the thing.  Somehow, Kimmie had managed to insert a small lock at the back of the dress, and it was completely preventing me from removing it.  Darn!  And darn that girl!  And darn my situation!  And…just darn it all!

Yeah, I was going to kill Kimmie one of these days.  Somehow!

Having little choice, and still wanting to change my diaper, I had to pull the skirt way up to expose it all.  Changing the diaper with the dress pulled up and my pantyhose pulled down wasn’t much of a problem and the smelly mess was soon taken care of…fortunately.  At least the dress hadn’t prevented me from taking care of that!  But I was still stuck wearing the thing.  What if I wanted to go out somewhere.  What then?  Okay, I had nowhere I needed to go just then, but I might have.  Darn woman!  And I bet she was at school laughing her head off all day at my predicament.  Yeah, that would be just like her.

With little choice, the dress stayed on all day, and so did the heels.  Yes, I could have taken then off, but for some unknown reason I didn’t.  I guess why bother since I was stuck in the dress.  Naturally, the heels and the dress were still on when Kimmie came home later that afternoon.

“Gramps,” she said happily.  “You’re still wearing the dress and heels.”

“Very funny!” I fumed.  “You locked the darn thing on me.”

She burst out laughing.  “Yeah, I did.  And it worked.  You’re still wearing the heels.  How were they?  Any better today?”

“No!” I told her.

“But you’re still wearing them.”

“Trust me,” I said.  “I’m ready to take them off.  Now!”

She laughed again.  “Good.  Because I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“A what?”

She held up a shopping bag in her hand.

“What’s that?”

“Something I’ve been thinking about getting you,” she explained as she carried it to the table and set it down.

“What?”

“As far as I can tell, you don’t do much of anything all day.”

“I do plenty,” I told her.

“Like what?”

“I watch TV.  I read.  I…”

“Gramps!  You sit in the house all day and barely move.”

“So?”

“So it’s not good for you.  You need exercise.”

“Exercise?  Wearing a dress and high heels?”

“Yes!  Whatever it takes.  So…I bought you something.”

“I know I already asked what, but you haven’t told me yet.  And I already know it’s going to be something I’m going to hate.”

She turned her head and stared off into space.  “Um…maybe,” she conceded.  She opened the bag and pulled out a box.  A shoe box.

“More heels?” I asked.

“Nope.”  She opened the box and pulled out a pair of sneakers.  Pink sneakers.  And when I say pink, I mean very, very pink…all over.

“Pink?” I exclaimed.  “And not just pink, but…they have to be the pinkest sneakers I’ve ever seen.”

She shrugged.  “True,” she replied.  “But don’t you just love them?  I’ll bet you can’t wait to wear the sissiest pair of sneakers I could find.”

Maybe true but….  “Don’t bet on it,” I told her.

She laughed.  “Gramps, I am betting on it.  But that’s beside the point.”

That surprised me.  “It is?  What do you mean?”

“Since you mostly sit all day and don’t get the exercise you need, I decided I’m going to exercise with you.  So I bought you these so the two of us can walk together every day when I get home.”

I couldn’t believe it.  “Walk….”

“Gramps!  Just out around the backyard.  Nobody’s going to see you….for now.  But this way at least you’ll have decent sneakers to wear, and at least you’ll get some much needed exercise.”

I was still surprised by it all and trying to take it all in.  “Decent sneakers?  But they’re pink!”

“Yeah.  And don’t you just love them?”

I said nothing to that.

“Now take those heels off and put these on.  From now on we’re going to take a walk around the backyard every day.”

“What if it’s raining?” I countered.

She seemed to consider that.  “You’ve got a raincoat, and so do I.  Problem solved.  Now try them on.  I want to take a walk with my Gramps.”

Just getting the heels off my feet was a big relief.  After the heels, the soft sneakers felt strange.  It wasn’t just that they were pink…really pink!  The soles inside were soft memory foam that felt delicious against my aching feet.  After tying them on, I noticed how light they were.  Like they barely weighed anything.

“How do they fit?” Kimmie asked.

“Pretty good,” I told her.  “But…”

“But what?”

“They’re pink!”

“Uh…yeah.  We already established that.  Now come on.  The backyard beckons.”

I went outside with her.  As I followed her along the back of the house, heading for the edge of the property in that direction, I noticed something.  “Um…maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I’m wearing a wet diaper under this dress, and it’s very uncomfortable to walk in.”

“It is?  Why”

“Because it’s bulky between my legs making it difficult to walk, not to mention the wetter it gets the bulkier it gets and the more it sags.”

She chuckled.  “Good!  Then you can waddle around the yard with me instead.”

“But it’s not fun to walk in!  It’s hard!”

“Gramps, get used to it.  Besides, my bet is that it’s lots of fun for you.  In fact, I’d bet that the more you have to suffer with it, the more you like it.”

“Don’t bet on it,” I countered.

“I will bet on it,” she chuckled.

Darn woman!

As we walked (I waddled), I couldn’t help but see those pink sneakers with every step I took.  “I think these shoes are so bright pink you can probably see them from outer space.”

She laughed.  “Maybe,” she agreed jokingly.

“At least they’re comfortable,” I told her.

“Good.  Maybe you’ll wear them a lot.  I hope so.”

I said nothing to that.  Yes, they were girly, but they didn’t exactly push my buttons the way those little girl shoes or high heels did.  Still, they were their own kind of girly, and comfortable, and…pink!

“You know what I think your problem is?”

“My problem is you!” I replied with certainty.

“Oh Gramps.  Don’t be silly.”

Who was being silly?  Not me.

“I think you’re problem is that you’re not used to wearing diapers yet.  I think you haven’t fully come to realize that you wear them all the time now.  I don’t think you fully feel like diapers are a part of who you are now.”

“You think that’s a problem?  What else am I supposed to think?”

“I think we need to find some way to drive home to your baby brain that your diapers are normal for you.  That there isn’t, and maybe never was, anything else.”

“That sounds dumb.”

“Maybe,” she agreed.  “But I think we need to work on that.”

“Do I want to know how?”

“I’m not sure yet,” she told me.  “But don’t worry.  I’ll think of something.”

Don’t worry?  I could do nothing but worry!

I was beginning to get tired.  Winded.  My breathing was becoming more labored.  “How far are we going to walk?” I asked as I realized we had turned and were passing the back of the house again.

She glanced at her watch.  “At least twenty minutes,” she told me.  “That’s the minimum for you to keep your heartrate up.”

“But I’m getting tired,” I complained.

She glanced at her watch again.  “We barely started.”  She stopped and turned to me.  “Gramps, I think we’ll take it slow.  We only walked for ten minutes today.  Tomorrow, we’ll do a little bit more and then keep increasing it.”

“So we’re done now?” I asked, breathing heavily.  “I need to sit for a bit.”

“Yeah, sure Gramps.  Let’s get you in so you can rest.”

A few minutes later, I laid back gratefully in my recliner.  I needed to rest a bit before I even thought about making dinner, or even helping Kimmie make dinner.  I reached for the TV remote, but before I could turn the TV on, Kimmie was there. 

“Here,” she told me.

I was shocked to see the baby bottle she was holding out for me.  It looked like it contained some kind of juice.

“It’s a sports drink,” she explained.  “It has everything you need to refresh your body after exercise.”

“But it’s in a baby bottle!”

“Uh…yeah.  You noticed.  Now drink up while I make dinner.”

Reluctantly, I glared at her while I stuck the nipple in my mouth and sucked.

Darn woman!