Too Old to be
Young
By Karen Singer
The
other major thing that occupied his mind, was more directly connected to the
diapers she had so far managed to keep him stuck in…and using. In particular, he needed a better way to
handle whenever he had to take a dump…have a bowel movement…take a shit. Mess in the back of his damn diapers! A stinky, uncomfortable mess! There had to be some way to make his life at
least a little more manageable at those times.
He
wasn’t kidding himself. Thanks to her,
messing in the back of his diapers was going to happen, and if he didn’t find a
way out of his predicament, it was going to keep happening. Speaking of which, he needed to spend a
little more time trying to figure out how to get out of this problem too. But right now, his main concern was dealing
with the uncomfortable, foul, stinky mess whenever it happened.
So
far, he had noticed that whenever he was messy, she had allowed him to take a
shower. A much-needed shower. He got the impression, for right or wrong,
that she wasn’t planning on changing that aspect of things, so that was to the
good. So with that in mind, he figured
out that timing was the key factor he had to figure out. She allowed him to shower every time he was
messy back there. She also allowed him to
shower every morning. As he finally saw
it, he had two options. One, figure out
how to shit in his diaper before she came each morning to let him change out of
his night diaper, or two, shit in his diaper ever afternoon shortly before she
let him change then. One shower a day,
versus two. With the smelly diapers he
was stuck in, and no way to change out of them unless she unlocked him, maybe
two showers was the best way.
But
then there was the other problem. The
late afternoon diaper changes she allowed him didn’t always happen at the same
time. None of his diaper changes happened
at the same time. But they were fairly
close. So far, she allowed him one each
morning, then another one after lunch, then late in the afternoon, and one
final one where he had to put a thick one on to get him through the night. Four diapers a day. But so far, his changing times hadn’t been
exact. Even in the mornings, sometimes
she came earlier, sometimes, later. It
was the same with each diaper change all day.
No exact time. There was no way
he could watch the clock to expect anything.
But
even with no exact time, he realized he could come close enough. It would just take a little effort on his
part to make sure he either managed to mess before she got there in the
morning, or do it before his late afternoon diaper change. Hopefully, if the problem presented itself
some other awkward time, he could manage to hold it for a while. That much, he was sure he could do. One shower or two. Being stuck in diapers, two showers a day
sounded better, but either way, he now had a plan to strive for. Now the question was, could he regulate his
body to go along with it? He was going
to have to find out.
He
tried scratching at his itchy backside again through the thick, wet, heavy
night diaper underneath her damn bathing suit he was stuck in. Scratching did nothing at all. Useless.
His entire diaper was far too bloated.
He took another sip of his coffee, wondering where the hell was
she? He needed a good shower! Now!
The
sound of his door suddenly opening caught his full attention. He saw Jackie walking in. Finally!
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Beverly
spent most of her time sitting in her living room either working on different
crafts, reading, or watching TV. Like
most of the elderly residents of the community, her living room was the center
of her life. He house however, was
designed differently from Jim’s house.
Her living room windows looked out over the front of her house, while
Jim’s looked out at the backyard. Late
in the morning, Beverly was sitting in her living room Friday morning doing a
bit of knitting, when she noticed the delivery truck pulling up in front of
Jim’s driveway. She stopped knitting to watch for a minute. She saw the delivery man carrying a large box
from his truck toward Jim’s door where he set it down and rang his doorbell
before going back to his truck. A moment
later, he was carrying two more large packages toward his door. She grabbed her phone and called Jackie.
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Jim
stared down at the floor in the main bathroom of his house. There was no longer any sign of that damn
waxy ring on the floor. It was
clean. Both his bathrooms were now
clean, but in return, his back ached and so did his knees from having to work
on the hard tile floor for so long.
Getting that stuff up had been difficult. Very difficult. He had to scrape and scrape at the stuff to
get it all up. But finally, the job was
done. He just wished it had been a job
he never had to do. He wished – hard
– that his toilet was back where it belonged.
Both toilets! Why had he
ever committed to this thing in the first place? And now that he was stuck in that situation,
how was he going to get out of it?
He
doorbell suddenly ringing grabbed his attention. Jackie usually just came in. Had his shoes arrived yet? In case it was a stranger at his door, he
slipped off the low-heeled shoes he had had been wearing and hurried in his
bare feet to the door to find out. When
he opened it, there was a large package sitting in front of his door and he saw
the deliveryman back at his truck grabbing more. The deliveryman turned and started carrying the
packages toward him.
The
diapers. The damn stupid diapers he had
ordered. It would be far better if he
ran out of them and couldn’t wear them anymore.
It would be far better if he hadn’t ordered what seemed like a million
of them. Maybe he had ordered a
million. He had no idea. He only knew that it was a lot. At least they were all wrapped in heavy paper
so nobody could tell what was in those packages.
With
three large packages now set in front of him, he grabbed one and carried it inside. He stopped just inside his doorway. Where should he put them? Since they were embarrassing packages of
diapers, and he didn’t know how well each of them were wrapped, he needed to
get them out of sight as fast as possible.
Just to get them all inside quickly, he decided his living room was
going to be the easiest place. He could
move them all into his bedroom from there.
By the time he went back for the next package, there were even more
piled outside his door.
“Hi
Jim.”
He
looked up to see Jackie stepping off her lawn into his driveway.
“I
see your diapers have arrived.”
He
wasn’t happy that she had said that. The
delivery man might have heard.
“Let
me give you a hand,” Jackie offered.
As
the deliveryman carried box after box from his truck to Jim’s door, Jim and
Jackie carried them all into his house and stacked them in the living
room. Before long, his entire living
room felt like it was flooded in packages.
At any other time, Jim would have been excited to receive a package…let
alone a bunch of them, but not today.
These were all packages he didn’t want.
With Jackie helping him, he was only glad that his shoes hadn’t arrived
while she was there. She had just come
over to help get a million diapers into his house.
He
was relieved to see the delivery truck finally driving off, but as it drove
away, he noticed Beverly crossing the street.
Oh boy, just what he needed, another one of them.
“Hi
Jim,” Beverly greeted him as she walked under the cover of his carport. She noticed his bare feet. “No shoes today? Too bad.
Did the delivery man say anything about those nice breasts sticking out
from under your shirt though?”
Jim
panicked and looked down at his chest.
Damn! He had forgotten all about
that! Shit! Trust one of the women to point it out to
him…after it was too late for him to do anything about it. That was another problem he was going to have
to figure out how to deal with.
Hopefully, those onesies he had ordered would be here soon too, then he
wouldn’t have to worry about “breasts” anymore.
In
his living room, Jim ripped the brown paper wrapping off of one of the
packages. Diapers. Big surprise.
A supersized package of them. While
Jackie and Beverly were ripping brown wrapping paper from more of them, Jim
grabbed two of the packages and lugged them back to his bedroom.
“Geez! Did you get enough?” Beverly asked Jackie as
she looked over all the packages of diapers.
“I
was having fun,” Jackie told her.
“Maybe…too much fun.”
“You
think?”
“Oh
well. I’m kind of happy about it,”
Jackie admitted. “Since there’s so many,
I think I want some in every room in his house, so no matter where he looks,
he’ll be faced with the sight of diapers to remind him that he’s stuck wearing
them from now on.”
Beverly
laughed. “Poor guy.”
“He
asked for it,” Jackie reminded her.
“That’s the only reason we’re doing this.”
“The
only reason?”
“Well,
no.” Jackie smiled. “It’s mostly because I was having such a good
laugh over it.”
Beverly
nodded. “We all did! Now, where do we put them all?”
Jackie
grabbed a package of diapers and headed down the hallway toward his
bedroom. As she passed the main
bathroom, she noticed that the wax ring from where the toilet had been
cleaned. “Hey Bev,” she called. “Look.
He finally cleaned it up.”
Beverly
came down the hallway with a package of diapers too. She looked inside. “Much better.
It’s about time he got it cleaned.”
Jackie
carried her package of diapers into the bathroom and set it in the corner where
the toilet had been. “Put that package
here too. I think well stack them in the
bathrooms first so he can see them all sitting where his toilets used to be.”
Beverly
laughed as she carried her diaper package inside. “We should stack them high in the bathrooms
then,” she said.
“Absolutely!”
Jackie agreed.
While
Jim carried diapers to his bedroom and tried to stack them all along one of his
walls. Jackie and Beverly stacked them
in various places all over the house so that no matter where he looked, he
could see diapers. The only room they
didn’t put any in was the small galley kitchen.
There was no room there at all, but when you looked out the door toward
the dining table, you couldn’t miss the diapers stacked behind it.
Beverly
grabbed another package from the living room.
It was much smaller than all the rest of the packages had been, and it
was hard. What was under the wrapping didn’t
feel like any of the other diaper packages had.
She ripped the wrapping paper off and found a box inside…like a shoe
box. “What’s this?” she asked,
surprised.
Jackie
came over to see. “What?” She stared at it, then moved in and removed
the top. “Shoes! Men’s shoes!”
She pulled them from the box and carried them toward the bedroom where
Jim was trying to stack diapers. “What’s
this?” she demanded angrily.
Jim
looked at what she was holding, and the blood drained from his face. The shoes had arrived on the same truck with
all his diapers!
“You’re
not allowed men’s shoes!” Jackie said angrily.
“Did you think you would get away with trying to buy some behind my
back? Your fantasy was to be stuck
wearing only women’s shoes, and I intend on seeing to it that you’re going to
do just that!” She handed the men’s
shoes to Beverly. “Get these out of
here. Do something with them so he’ll
never see them again.”
“No!”
Jim yelled. “Don’t!” He headed quickly for Beverly, but Jackie
blocked the doorway.
Beverly
saw how angry he was. To the sound of
Jackie and Jim arguing behind her, she turned with his shoes in her hand and
fled. She hurried out of his house and
back to her own house where she locked the door. Whew! She looked down at the shoes in her
hand. What was she supposed to do with
them? Get rid of them. But she didn’t want to just throw them
out…yet. She stuck them down into the
bottom drawer of one of her chests. That
way, if necessary, she could always find them again, but Jim couldn’t. Essentially, they were gone!
“Give
them back!” Jim demanded, trying to get past Jackie.
“No!”
Jackie yelled. She managed to block him
in his room until she heard the front door closing. Only then did she let him get past her.
Jim
ran to the front door, but by the time he got there, Beverly was already
running up her driveway across the street.
All he could do was stand there and watch as his new shoes disappeared
into her house. He never even got a
chance to touch them. In fact, he barely
saw them at all, and now they were gone.
Jackie
realized he was starting to rebel, but she didn’t want to deal with him
now. She pushed her way outside next to
him. “This was your fantasy!” she said
pointedly. “This is what you asked us to
do to you! Now live with it! Welcome to your fantasy!” With that, she turned and hurried across his
driveway, across her lawn, and into her house.
Jim
could literally do nothing but stare after her.
He glanced at Beverly’s house, then at Jackie’s house. He was angry – at both of them. At all of them! Maybe it was his fantasy, but he wanted out
of it! He just had to figure out how to
get out of it.
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