Too Old to be
Young
By Karen Singer
Chapter 19 – Part 3 of 3
“Hi
Jim,” Jackie called early Saturday morning as she let herself into his house.
“Morning!”
she heard Jim call back.
She
headed for his office, and the two met halfway.
“How are you this morning?” she asked.
“Horney! Frustrated!”
She
laughed. “Perfect!”
“For
who?”
“You! Now let’s get you showered and changed. I’m in the mood to do some cooking. When you’re ready we’ll go back to my house
and I’ll make you breakfast. Sound
okay?”
He
was surprised by the offer. “Sounds fine.” At least it would only be to go to her house.
Once
again he lamented the fact that she didn’t unlock his chastity device. He wondered if she even had the key and
figured that most likely she didn’t.
More than likely, Pam had it and Jackie couldn’t unlock him if she
wanted to…which he already knew she didn’t.
As he washed off in the shower, along with spending more time playing
with his locked-up member than usual, he wondered if there was any way he could
call Pamela and talk her into letting him free…even for just a little while. Somehow, he figured it wasn’t going to
happen. Oh well, on to the next
thing. Breakfast with Jackie this
morning. That was something
different. He’d had lunch and dinner
with her, but not breakfast. What was up
with her today?
A
few minutes later, wearing one of his thick nighttime diapers instead of a
regular one, Jackie snapped the lock shut on his onesie and he was trapped in
it as usual.
“Why
don’t you wear a skirt or something pretty today instead of what you usually
wear,” Jackie suggested. “You say you
can’t get any fun, but I don’t see you doing anything else you enjoy either.”
“That’s
not that kind of fun I was interested in,” Jim replied.
“Well
wearing something fun anyway when you come over. Maybe your little girl outfit or something.”
“What’s
the use if I can’t get the other kind of fun?”
“Because…you
said it’s fun,” she laughed. “See you in
a little bit,” she said, just before she left.
Wear
something fun. He realized she did have
a point. He spent more time ignoring all
the things that used to give him so much pleasure than he did playing with
those things. In the end, he didn’t wear
his little girl dress, but he did wear another dress along with his red high
heels. As he grabbed his purse to go
over to Jackie’s house, he realized he didn’t care in the least if his shoes
and fingernails matched his purse. It
was still embarrassing!
For
all the fuss Jackie had seemed to make over wanting to cook, all she had done
was to make some eggs and bacon. Still,
he appreciated the effort, and it was a pleasant meal…even though he sat
through it wearing a dress and high heels, none of which were any problem at
all.
After
breakfast, he went home and spent the rest of the day wearing the dress and
heels, and every time Jackie changed him she put one of his thicker night
diapers on him. By bedtime, he was
hornier and more frustrated than ever.
But looming over all of it was what would happen the next day. Sunday.
The day he was supposed to go out to eat with all of them…wearing a
diaper and his red high heels, along with carrying a purse in his hands that
now had bright red fingernails. Sunday. Tomorrow!
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No,
the bedwetting hypnosis files he listened to didn’t do one damn
thing…again! He distinctly remembered
waking up at least three times during the night when he had to pee. At least he was able to go back to sleep
quickly afterwards. As he got out of bed
Sunday morning, he again marveled at how soaked his diaper was, even though he
had only wet it three times during the night.
He was sure now that he was peeing more each time than he thought, but
then he had caught himself dribbling just tiny amounts a few times during the
day now. So little that he could barely
feel it. When he had woken up during the
night, since he wasn’t controlling things and holding back, he could only
conclude that was what was going on. He
was peeing, but once most of the pressure was off, he was simply dribbling
smaller amounts than he could feel. Was
that progress? He hoped so.
He
waddled into the kitchen and got his coffee maker going, then sat at his desk
to look though the internet for a while.
In the back of his mind, he never once forgot that it was Sunday, lunch
with the girls day. Lunch with his red
nails and purse day. Not to mention his
red high heels. How bad could it
be? He was already dreading it. Jackie, Beverly, and Lisa were bad enough,
but there were times when Pamela simply scared him.
When
his coffee was ready, as always now, he poured it into one of his small baby
bottles with the koozie around it and took it back to his desk where he
continued to search the internet for anything interesting, all the while
holding the bottle in his hand, and mostly keeping the nipple in his mouth
where he chewed on it.
“Hello!”
Jim
looked up at the sound of Jackie’s voice.
He had been so intent on looking at the internet, while worrying about
lunch later, that he hadn’t heard her come in.
“Coming!”
he called as he got up from his seat.
She was in his office before he got to the door.
“Morning,
Jim,” Jackie said, taking in the sight of him, the onesie locked on over an
obviously bloated diaper and the baby bottle in his hand.
“Morning,”
Jim replied.
“Doing
anything interesting?” Jackie asked looking toward his computer.
“Nothing
at all,” he replied.
“Well
maybe we’ll do something later that may interest you, while we’re out.”
“I
thought we were only going to lunch.”
“That’s
the plan. That simple.”
“Somehow,
I doubt that.”
Jackie
raised her eyebrow at that. “Come on,
let’s get you cleaned up.”
Twenty
minutes later, Jim stood still while Jackie locked another onesie on him, sealing
shut part of what he would be wearing out to lunch in a little while. Fortunately, it was the part that nobody
would see. He hoped. For some reason, Jackie had insisted on
putting one of his thicker night diapers on him today under his onesie. He prayed it wouldn’t show under his
pants. Everything else he was wearing
was going to call enough attention to him.
“Twelve
o’clock,” Jackie told him. “Lisa is
picking us up today. We’ll all go in her
car. Don’t forget your heels.”
“I
won’t,” Jim replied, frustrated at the thought of it. Ugh!
Red high heels out in public. Red
fingernails out in public. And carrying
a purse with red in it out in public.
What could he wear today that would help disguise all of it? He didn’t have a clue. He chose the best pair of pants he could and
a plain button-down shirt. Did his pants
hide his diaper enough? So far, he hoped
so. He also hoped he wouldn’t wet
himself too much before he had to leave or that diaper was going to be more
difficult to hide. Fully dressed and
knowing he was going out soon, he automatically wanted to reach for his wallet
and keys to put them in his pockets, except he couldn’t. According to the rules of the agreement, he
could no longer put anything in his pockets.
Everything was already in his purse.
His purse! Just the thought of it
made him queasy while at the same time it made his cock want to twitch inside
his tiny chastity device, which it had no room to do.
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Ten
minutes before twelve, Jim grabbed his purse and stood in front of his full-length
mirror. He was still trying to fathom
going out somewhere dressed the way he was.
His fingers, his purse in his hand, and his shoes were all red…female. The rest of him was not. What had they turned him into? What had he become? The answer was simple. Just what he had wanted all along. He had just never planned on the reality of
it ever being possible. And now look
what he was doing. As he stood staring
at his reflection, he had no choice but to consider everything. Yes, he was going out dressed like…he didn’t
know what, but at the same time, there was no denying how exciting it all was
for him. Incredibly exciting. He just really, really wanted to do something
about that excitement, but they had fixed him so that he couldn’t…until Tuesday
night…or longer…depending on nothing more than a roll of a single die.
A
car horn honked from outside, with a sigh, he turned from his mirror and headed
for his door. The car in his driveway
was already full. He could see all four
women inside. Jackie opened the back
door for him and he squeezed his body in, making it a tight fit.
“You’re
looking more like one of the girls everyday Jim,” Pam joked as he closed the
car door. He could only wish! What he looked – was embarrassing!
The
women talked animatedly all the way to the restaurant, a place Jim had never
been to before. He noticed the moment
they got to the parking lot that it was crowded and there were more cars
pulling in behind them. “Looks like
we’re right in the middle of the church crowd today,” Beverly noted.
“We
may have to wait for a table,” Jackie agreed.
Once
Lisa had found a parking place, Jim did not want to get out of the car, but he
did. He did not want to walk to the
restaurant, but he did. He didn’t want
to go in either, but he did. The place
inside was packed with a lot of people waiting, all of them looking him
over. He felt even more like a fool. The women he was with ignored the way he
looked. Everyone else didn’t.
“We’re
going to have to wait a while,” Lisa told them after she talked to the
receptionist. “They don’t have a table
for five available yet.”
“This
place is always crowded on Sundays,” Pam replied. “I was expecting that.”
With
no place to sit, or hide, Jim had no choice but to stand around in the middle
of everyone else. Nobody spoke to him,
fortunately, but they also never seemed to stop looking at him. Was his face as red as hid fingernails? He hoped not.
He judged it was over half an hour before they finally were led to their
table. Jim could do nothing but follow
meekly along with the other women. He
was so glad to be able to sit down, and it wasn’t because of standing for so
long in his high heels. He set his purse
on the floor where it wouldn’t be seen as easily and kept his hands in his lap
as much as possible.
Lunch
took a long time. None of the other
women mentioned how he was dressed. None
of them mentioned his wet diapers under what he was wearing. It was like there was nothing different about
him at all. He could easily tell that
the other customers around him noticed him, but he did his best to ignore them
all. And finally, it was over. He grabbed his purse from the floor and got
to his feet with the rest of them and headed back to the car. He was never so grateful to finally close the
car door behind him. He was especially
grateful that Lisa was heading home.
Except she didn’t.
Nothing
at all had been said, but once again he found himself in the parking lot of
that same damn drug store, and all the women were piling out of the car. Why were they there? Why couldn’t they just go home? But having little choice, he followed them
into that same damn store. They all
seemed to wander around and shop, picking up skin care items and a number of
different things. Finally, they all
headed to the checkout. He stood back
and waited, and a short while later he was back in the too crowded backseat of
Lisa’s car.
When
Lisa dropped him off in Jackie’s driveway, he was incredibly grateful. He had gotten through it. He had been out dressed humiliatingly in
public three times that week and he hoped he’d never have to do it again. But in the back of his mind he already knew that
every time he left the house from now on it would be the same thing. Humiliation.
Because of an agreement he had made…that he had also made sure he
couldn’t get out of.
But
more than wishing he could get out of that agreement, he wished he could get
out of that damn chastity device. That
would make the whole thing a lot more worthwhile. This was supposed to be all about him having
fun, but the kind of fun he wanted the most just then was denied him.
He
was left with…frustration!
And
it was Sunday. In two more days they
were going to make his situation even worse.
But how much worse could anything get?
He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out, but he knew that in two more days,
it would be…inevitable.
He
really needed some relief!
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