Too Old to be Young - Chapter 18 – Part 2 of 2

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 18 – Part 2 of 2

 

Before going to Jackie’s, he dressed himself in normal, all male clothes – except for his shoes of course.  He wore his favorite low-heeled pumps on his feet.  He spent his time watching the clock.  He peed a few times and barely gave it any notice.  How could he?  He was too worried about his evening to come. 

At the appointed time, with one of his large baby bottles, a thick nighttime diaper, and his tablet in his hands, he opened his door and crossed the lawn to Jackie’s house.  She opened the door with a smile.  “Hi Jim,” she greeted him pleasantly as she let him inside.

“Hey Jim.”  He looked further into the room and saw Beverly already there, sitting at the card table.

“Hi Bev,” he returned.  Had his voice sounded nervous?  Since Jackie seemed to be ignoring him, he headed for the couch.

“Do you need coffee?” Jackie asked.

He held up his full baby bottle.  “Not yet,” he replied.  Did her smile look more evil than usual?  He was imagining things.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later and Jackie had him get up to let Pam and Lisa in. 

“I’m disappointed,” Pam said the moment she saw him.  “You’re not wearing anything pretty at all.”

Jim wasn’t sure how to answer that, so he didn’t.  He closed the door behind them and went to the kitchen to get them each a mug of coffee.

The usual Tuesday night Bridge game commenced, and he sat on the sofa trying to read a story from his tablet…with no luck.  He couldn’t read anything.  He was too focused on what they would do to him.  As the worry in his stomach increased, even the few times that he peed while he sat there barely interested him.  Until…

“Jim,” Jackie called.

He looked up, dread filling his stomach.  He was suddenly worried he would poop again.  “Yes?”

“Come on over, we’ve got…something to tell you.”

He got up from the sofa and headed for the table.  Yeah, he might poop again, he was surprised to find himself peeing instead.  Profusely!  “Yes?” he said nervously as he did everything possible to hide the fact he was peeing.  Why were they all smiling so much?

“We’ve thought and thought about what to do with you next,” Jackie told him.  “And the problem is, we had too many ideas.”

For a moment there, Jim had dared to believe they wouldn’t saddle him with anything.  But too many ideas didn’t sound good.

“So we decided,” Pam said, “to each pick something new for you this week.”

That sent a wave of fear down his spine.  “Each of you?”

“Yes.”

“Lisa,” Jackie said, why don’t you go first.

Jim faced Lisa, ready to hear what she had to say, and dreading it.

“Mine is probably the easiest thing of all,” she said with a laugh.  “We decided that you’re going to go out to dinner with us somewhere next Sunday.”

“Dinner?” he asked, not sure he was believing it.

“Yes,” she replied.  “You don’t get out of that house yours enough.  You need to live a little.  It was my idea that you should get out, and we all thought we’d like to go too.  So next Sunday we’re planning on going out for dinner…with you.”

That was it?  Nothing more?  “Uh…okay,” he replied happily.

“Oh,” Lisa said, “I almost forgot.”

Jim suddenly felt like he was going to have a fit.

“I want you to wear those nice red heels you have when we go.”

That was it?  It would be embarrassing, but so was the rest of his life.  And he had worn those heels in public before.  How bad could dinner possibly be?  “Um…sure,” he replied.

Jackie waved her hand.  “That’s it for now Jim.  Go sit.  Get some coffee if you need it.  We’ll get to more later.”

Jim’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.  She was dismissing him, without telling him anything more?  As he headed back to the sofa, he couldn’t help but wonder about things.  They all had something to saddle him with, and all he knew so far was that he would be going out to dinner, not soon, but next Sunday!  Why wait that long?  Was one of them going away for a few days?  That was entirely possible.

Once again he had to sit and wait.  When his baby bottle emptied, he went into the kitchen to refill it.  While he was up, Jackie had him refill the coffee for all of them.  Sitting down again, he was so nervous that he kept the nipple of his bottle in his mouth, taking small sips fairly often.  Peeing with such little notice was definitely fun.

Half an hour later, he heard Jackie call him again.  “Jim…  Time for another one.”

He got up and headed toward the table.  Once again his nervousness made him start peeing as he walked.  Yeah, there was a chance he might wind up with a messy diaper before the evening would be over too.  That would be major embarrassing.  He stood near the table and waited.

“My turn,” Jackie told him.

The churning in his stomach grew worse.  Jackie was the one he feared the most.

“It seems to me,” Jackie said, trying to sound thoughtful, “that just wearing pretty shoes out in public all the time isn’t quite enough.  So you and I are going out shopping on Friday.”

“Friday?” Jim asked hesitantly.

“Yes.  Friday.  We’re going together to buy you a new purse.”

Jim was flabbergasted.  “A…”

“A purse.  A handbag.  A pocketbook.  I don’t care what you want to call it, but you’re getting one.  Or two.  Or three.  However many you want.  But those purses will be obviously made for a woman, and from the moment you buy one you’re going to be required to carry one whenever you leave the house.  I don’t care if you’re just going down to your mailbox to check the mail.  You carry a purse!”

Jim was ready to die.

“What’s more,” Jackie said, “from that point on, you won’t be carrying anything at all in your pockets anymore.  Nothing!  Ever!  That’s what your purse…or purses…will be for.”  She smiled evilly at him.  “I have a no doubt that a big sissy like you is going to enjoy that so much.”

His stomach was rolling.  Either from too much coffee…or what she had just said.  Maybe both.  She was saddling him with having to carry a purse – all the time?  Everywhere he went?  Even just to check the mail?  “But that’s…  I can’t hide it,” he protested.

Jackie laughed.  “Can you hide the shoes you have to wear everywhere?  No Jim, better get used to the idea.  Maybe convince yourself that you’re going to love it.  Friday you and I go shopping and you start carrying a purse.”

He saw the amusement on all their faces.  He was simply…in shock.

“Go sit, Jim.  We’ve still got a game to play.”

In a queasy fog, he headed back to the sofa.  A purse!  On Friday?  Why Friday?  Why Sunday for dinner?  Why not sooner?  But there were still things from Beverly and Pamela to go.  Did that have anything to do with it?  He grabbed his baby bottle and chewed nervously on the nipple.  What else could they have in store for him?

“No!” Beverly exclaimed.  “You took my trick!”

“Ha!” Pam replied.  “You weren’t watching.”

“Shit!” Beverly muttered.  “Let’s hold up then.  I need to get this over with.  And I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to it.”

“I know the feeling,” Pam replied.

“Oh Jim,” Beverly called.  “My turn.”

Jim once again got up from the sofa and headed back toward the table.  At least he didn’t pee this time.  All he could think about was what kind of horror did they have in mind for him.  He stopped just short of the table and nervously said, “Yes?”  His voice squeaked, but he certainly couldn’t blame himself for that.

“I know you’re going to enjoy this,” Beverly told him.  “Probably more than you realize.  Or at least I will.”

Jim was tempted to ask what, but the word wouldn’t leave his mouth.

“You and I are going out tomorrow morning,” Beverly told him.

“We are?” Jim breathed, scared down to his heels.

“Yes.  We’re going for a mani-pedi together.”

“A…”  Jim stared in disbelief.

“You’re getting your nails done.  Fingers and toes,” she told him.  “Me too!”

“Um…” Jim tried to find something to say to that, but he didn’t get time to say anything.”

“But there’s more I’m afraid,” Beverly continued.

Jim’s eyes went wide.  More?

“Tomorrow,” Beverly said, “I think we’ll have your nails done in a nice bright red.  But from now on, every Tuesday night when you come here, while we’re playing cards, instead of sitting and doing nothing, you’re going to redo your nails.  Completely.  And you’re going to change your polish to a different color every week.”

Something settled into Jim’s head that had him totally agog.  “You mean I’m going to be wearing nail polish…”

“From now on!” Beverly said flatly.

Jim’s jaw dropped and he suddenly felt a bit of poop slipping out of his backside into his diaper.

“Now for tomorrow,” Beverly said coyly.  “Would you rather we go in your car, or would you like to ride with me?”

“Uh…”  But thinking about things like that were beyond him just then.  Not only was he trying to process having his nails painted, in public, he was trying to process the bit of poop in the back of his diaper.

“Maybe we better take my car,” Beverly decided.  “I know where I like to go.  Is ten o’clock good for you tomorrow?” she asked.

“Um…”

“He’ll be ready,” Jackie answered for him.  “Go sit again Jim.  Now Bev and I have to get payback for them winning that last hand.”

Jim went back and sat down on the couch…on the bit of poop in his diaper.  At least it wasn’t much…he hoped.  It was hard to tell about those things sometimes.  Starting tomorrow, he was going to be wearing nail polish all the time.  Then on Friday, he was going to have to start carrying a purse all the time too.  And on Sunday….  A thought occurred to him.  On Sunday he was going to have to go out to dinner…in public…wearing his read high heels, carrying a purse, and showing red nail polish on his fingers.  No wonder they were waiting until Sunday. 

But then he remembered something else.  Pamela hadn’t told him what she wanted.  He didn’t even want to imagine what she was going to require of him from now on, but he had no doubt that dinner on Sunday was going to be even worse.

Tomorrow…Friday…and Sunday.  Every other day, they were going to drag him from his nice little cocoon of a house and show him off in public.  Every outing was going to get worse.  And he hadn’t even heard what Pamela wanted yet.  His mind raced with the possibilities, even though he didn’t want to think about them.

“That’s it!” Lisa declared.  “We win, you lose!”

“Just remember,” Jackie replied.  “Payback is hell!”

“Speaking of payback,” Pamela said laughingly.  “I guess it’s my turn.”

“All yours,” Jackie told her.  “And then of course we’ve got to shave and change him afterwards.

“Jimmy, Jim, Jim, Jimbo, Jimmy boy, Jimmy!” Pamela called.

Jim was guessing that was his cue to head back to find out the rest of his fate.  As he got up from the couch, he was very aware of how his diaper was sticking to his messy backside.  He did his best to ignore it.  The only consolation for that was that he knew the ladies were going to have to deal with it for him when they cleaned him up before sending him home.  He stopped close to the table, trying to control his breathing as he waited for Pam to tell him her demented idea.  But she wasn’t saying anything…yet.  She was just looking at him.  He swallowed nervously.

Instead of saying anything, Pam reached down to the floor and pulled her purse up into her lap.  She opened it and pulled something out of it.  She set it on the table in front of him.  “Recognize that?” she asked.

Jim stared in disbelief at the tiny nub chastity device he had been forced to wear for an entire week.  Instead of answering, he nodded.

“I don’t see any reason why we should let this little thing go to waste.  So I came up with this little idea for you.  From now on, every Tuesday night, you’re going to roll one die.  That will determine whether or not you’re going to spend the next week wearing that thing.  When you roll it, an even number will mean no, you don’t have to wear it, but if you roll and odd number, then it’s going to get locked onto you for the next week.  Do you understand?”

“Uh…I think,” he replied nervously as he felt a bit of pee escaping into his diaper again.

“Good,” Pam replied.  “Jackie?”

Jackie got up from the table and opened a drawer.  She came back with a singe die from a pair of dice that had come in a board game she had.  She set the die on the table in front of him.

“Roll it,” Pam told him. 

Jim hesitated.  His arm didn’t want to leave his side.  But eventually he reached out and picked the thing up.  He was shaking a bit as his arm gently tossed it back onto the table.  The die rolled across the table and finally stopped showing his fate for the next week.

“Five!” Beverly announced, even though the result was clear for everyone to see.

“Sorry Jim,” Pam told him.  “But there’ll be no fun for you this week.”  With a laugh, she grabbed the chastity device and got up from her seat.  “Come on ladies, let’s get this clown taken care of.”

A few minutes later, Jim found himself strapped spread eagled on Jackie’s plastic covered bed.

“Geez!” Lisa exclaimed.  “He’s soaked!”

Jim felt Jackie pull his diaper open.

“Oh shit!” Jackie exclaimed.  “He’s messy too.”

Jim wished he could laugh, but he was still too much in shock over all the different things that had piled on him tonight.  He could only lay there, tied spread eagled, while they cleaned him and shaved him.  Tied like he was, there was no way for him to stop them from locking the extra small chastity device onto him, rendering him basically without a cock.  The thick nighttime diaper was pulled up and taped firmly in place, he was untied, and then locked into another onesie.  A few minutes later, he was crossing the lawn back towards his house. 

Back at home, his hand pressed as hard as he could against the front of his diaper, but it did no good.  He was locked up.  Locked away.  Fixed!  For all intents and purposes, for the next week, he didn’t have a cock.  And tomorrow he was going to have to go get his nails painted with Beverly. 

The thought of that made him so nervous he suddenly felt himself peeing again – profusely. 

He turned all the lights in the house off and settled himself in his bed.  He put the headphones on his ears and started the hypnotic recording.  But listening to it was beyond him.  He could only think about all the things coming at him this week.

What was he going to do?