Too Old to be
Young
By Karen Singer
Chapter 8 – Part 1 of 3
Jackie
opened her eyes Saturday morning, and groaned.
She ached. She hurt. She hurt and ached every morning. She ached all day long most days, but today
she ached more than most. She supposed
she should have been grateful that the last few days hadn’t been as bad. She had a feeling that rain was coming. Her body simply told her that. Rain…or a storm.
She
got out of bed and grabbed her pills, swallowing them down with the remains of
a glass of water she had used to take her evening pills last night. With that much done, she headed to the
bathroom, hoping that the pills would kick in soon.
What
was she going to do about Jim? She
supposed she’d just have to see.
Yesterday had been fun when all those new diapers had arrived and she
and Bev had stacked them all over the house, but as soon as Bev had found that
box of shoes, it was as if everything had gone wrong. But had it?
Maybe, maybe not. Maybe she had
simply overreacted.
Instead
of four diapers yesterday, she had only allowed him three. He had been upset about that, especially last
night when she went over and found out he had been standing around all
afternoon in a messy diaper. If he
didn’t want to sit down in that mess, it was his problem. It was his fantasy. Obviously, he still hadn’t come to terms with
the fact that just as he asked for, he was now stuck in diapers…including the
wet and the mess.
In
the kitchen, she started her coffee maker brewing. As she waited, she glanced at the clock. Only seven-thirty. She’d give him another hour or so before she
went over to let him shower and change.
The
dumb sap still hadn’t gone out of the house yet. He mentioned that he hadn’t even gone down to
the end of the driveway to check his mail!
He was still too embarrassed at having only women’s shoes to wear
everywhere. He better start getting over
that one too, because it was another thing he had asked for in his
fantasies.
He’d
been stuck with everything since Tuesday night.
Now it was Saturday morning. Not
very long, but still long enough that he had to start getting over a few things
and moving on. Besides, she was dying to
see him go out wearing a diaper under his pants and high heels on his
feet. That was something she needed to
figure out too. How could she go along
to actually see it? She needed to
arrange something. Soon! Especially while he was still so embarrassed
by it all. She wondered if he would
actually wet his diaper just from the embarrassment of walking into a store
that way. And if he did, how would she
know? Still, that would be something fun
she could look forward to…soon!
Her
morning pills were kicking in. She
didn’t feel quite so achy now. With
something interesting to look forward to, she poured herself a cup of coffee
and carried it back to bed where she grabbed a magazine to sit and read for a
while. What would be a good store to
take Jim into for his first trip out wearing heels and a diaper? She was more interested in that than any of
the colorful pages of her magazine.
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Jim
was awake, even though he hadn’t opened his eyes yet. He turned over in bed and buried his head in
the pillow. All night long he had
thought about Jackie. About Jackie and
her damn friends. All night long he had
fumed angrily at them, dreaming of things he wished he could do to all of them
to get back at them – especially Jackie.
After
rolling over, with the new position, he realized he needed to pee again. He held it for a few minutes, then gave
up. He rolled onto his back and let it
out into his already soaked and bloated diaper.
As he did, thoughts of his missing toilets came to mind. They had been removed from his house. Both of them were now out in the storage room
where they were completely useless. All
that was left in each of his bathrooms now was an empty space. Well, not quite an empty space. Yesterday, she and the other demented one,
Beverly, had stacked his new diapers there instead. Damn Jackie had made him buy so many diapers
that there wasn’t a place in his entire house where he couldn’t see them
everywhere. Damn her! How many years’ worth of diapers was that?
With
another bout of peeing done, once he didn’t feel the puddled wetness anymore, he
rolled back over onto his side where he had started out. He tried to sleep but thoughts of his missing
toilets kept coursing through his mind.
Even if she didn’t keep him trapped in her old bathing suit so he couldn’t
get at his diaper underneath, he was still stuck using the diapers because she
had removed the toilets from his house.
Both of them. The only way he
could go now was in his diaper. He
was…trapped. Stuck.
He
rolled all the way over onto his stomach and started humping the bed for the millionth
time since this had all started. Stuck. Stuck wearing and using diapers. Stuck wearing only women’s shoes. Stuck, with no alternative. His orgasm was strong. Powerful!
When it was over, he laid there enjoying the afterglow for a few minutes.
He
turned over in bed again and buried himself in his blankets and pillow. It was past time to get out of this
mess. It was past time to put a stop to
it all. He hated himself for even being
remotely interested in having her do this to him. He hated himself, and he hated her. What kind of demented woman would want to do
such a thing in the first place? And it
wasn’t just her, it was all her loony friends too. He hated her.
He hated them all. It was time to
put an end to it all. Not just time…past
time!
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Jackie
struggled with the tiny lock she had used to trap the straps of her old bathing
suit together behind his head. She
didn’t know which was worse to deal with the lock that was too small for the
job, or the yarn she had used to tie it all together before. Maybe a bigger lock would help. She had
ordered some new ones, but they hadn’t arrived yet.
Jim
felt the straps holding the bathing suit on him ease as they came free from
each other. Quickly he pulled them off
his shoulders. “Ah!” he breathed. “I think they hurt more every day.”
Jackie
rubbed her hand over the deep red marks the straps had left in his
shoulders. “Hopefully those onesies you
ordered will get here soon and we won’t need it anymore.”
“Why
do I need it in the first place?” Jim asked angrily. “You removed my toilets. I’ve got no choice but to use the damn
diapers!”
Jackie
chuckled. “Just to get you used to
having no choice but to be in them.” She
said nothing to his growl of discontent as he removed the bathing suit and
waddled toward the shower. “Did you ever
get up the courage to check your mailbox?”
“Yes!”
he replied.
“Wonderful! Which shoes did you wear?”
“I
didn’t wear any. I went down in my bare
feet. I don’t know why I didn’t think of
that before.”
“Jim,
it’s just down to the end of the driveway.
Beverly lives across the street, and I live next to you. Who else would see?”
“How
about the neighbors on the other side of the street from the side of my
house? How about anyone else driving
by?”
Jackie
laughed. “Get over it Jim. You’re going to have to eventually.”
Jim
said nothing. With his diaper now on the
floor, he stepped out of it and into the shower. Ah.
Bliss. Every shower he took
lately had felt like the best shower of his life. They were certainly among the longest. Unfortunately, they couldn’t last forever. Before he knew it, he was diapered in one of
his thinner diapers again and she had fastened him back into her too small
bathing suit. Ouch! She had used the lock from his play-shoes in
the back again. Suppose he wanted to
wear those things and lock them? Not
likely! Since this started, he had been
doing everything possible to stay away from his fun stuff. He already had too much “fun” stuff in his
life that he couldn’t get away from.
Yeah, it was time to end it all.
Past time!
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At
twelve o’clock, Jim opened his refrigerator and stared into it. It was starting to look pretty empty. He hadn’t been grocery shopping since the day
he had moved in, over a week ago now. If
he kept up with what he and Jackie were doing, how was he going to get any
food? He certainly wasn’t going to go
out in public where anyone could see him wearing women’s shoes. Not even the low-heeled shoes he wore around
the house most days.
Not
seeing anything interesting in his refrigerator, he closed the door and left
the kitchen. It was lunchtime. How much longer before she came over to let
him change? Would it be normal, or like
yesterday when she had only let him change mid-afternoon, and then he had to
wait until shortly before he went to bed?
That had been trouble. He’d had
no choice but to remain standing for hours and hours yesterday after he’d
messed in his diaper. He certainly
didn’t want to go through that again. Just
the thought of it made him angry.
At
one o’clock, he opened his refrigerator again, thought the same thoughts, then
closed it. He was getting hungry. He had stuff he could fix. He just didn’t feel like eating any of it. He was hungry and perturbed. It was time.
Past time! How long before she
came over to let him change?
At
one-thirty, he started toward his refrigerator again. He got withing sight of it and stopped. He couldn’t do this anymore. She had gone way beyond what should and
shouldn’t be allowed. She was trying as
hard as she could to ruin his life, all for the sake of her having a bit of fun. Well this wasn’t fun! This was robbery. She was stealing his life right out from
under him. It was one-thirty in the
afternoon, and she still hadn’t called or come over to let him change. It was time to end this. Past time!
Angry
and determined, he went into his office and opened a drawer in his desk. He pulled out the scissors and cut the straps
on her bathing suit. The relief from the
pressure was wonderful. He hurried to
his bathroom where he stripped out of everything and jumped into the shower to
clean off. When he came out, he got
dressed. Men’s underwear. Men’s socks.
Men’s pants. Men’s shirt. Men’s…everything! Except shoes.
He didn’t have any of them anymore.
But he was about to go get some.
Wearing
just socks on his feet, he gathered up her bathing suit and headed out his
door. He crossed his driveway and
crossed her lawn and rang her doorbell. It
was a moment before she answered. The
moment her door was fully opened he angrily snarled, “I’m done! Don’t come into my house again. Don’t even come near my house anymore. I’d just as soon never see you again. You, or any of your miserable friends. Stay out of my life!” With that, he thrust the bathing suit into
her hands and walked away.
“You
can’t quit!” Jackie yelled after him.
“That’s not up to you.”
He
turned back toward her. “I am quitting. Forever!
Don’t…come near me again!”
Wearing
just his socks on his feet, he got into his car and left the driveway. He felt good about what he had just
done. Why hadn’t he done it sooner? It felt good to be in control of his life
again. He felt powerful. Happy.
Determined.
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Jackie
hurried inside and picked up her phone.
A minute later she had Beverly on the line. “He just tried to quit!” Jackie told her
immediately. “It’s time for Operation
Sink the Sissy!”
Two
minutes and two phone calls later, all four women were notified.
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