Too Old to be Young - Chapter 20 – Part 2 of 2

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 20 – Part 2 of 2

 

Like he had done earlier in the day, he stood in front of his mirror and looked himself over.  This time he was only preparing to go next door, so he felt a lot more comfortable about things.  When Jackie had changed him earlier, she had only put one of his regular daytime diapers on him, so it was now fairly well used, although it could certainly hold a lot more.  The stuffed bra was still inaccessible under his locked-on onesie, but the white tights and little girl shoes were gone.  He figured she had left them off him so he could work on changing his nail polish while the ladies played Bridge. 

Purse in hand, he left his house and headed next door.  Going over to Jackie’s house to remove his nail polish from his fingers and toes, only to replace it with a different color.  Going to Jackie’s house…so he could learn what new fate he was going to be stuck with from now on.

When he rang the doorbell, Beverly opened it for him.  “Hi Jim,” she greeted him with a broad smile.  “I heard you went shopping today.  Have fun?”

Jim felt his face turning red, but he didn’t reply. 

“Hi Jim,” Jackie called as she came out from the kitchen.  Make yourself comfortable.  Coffee?  Did you bring your bottle?”

“I’ve got it,” Jim told her.

“Then go help yourself…unless it’s already full.”

Jim headed for couch where he put his purse down and pulled out his baby bottle.  He carried it to the kitchen where he filled it before heading back to the couch.  A few minutes later, Pam and Lisa arrived and he served them all coffee as they prepared for their weekly game.

“Thanks, Jim,” Jackie told him.  “Now go get started on your nails.”

Jim went back to the couch where he removed his shoes.  He pulled the nail polish remover from his purse along with the pink nail polish and his travel package of tissues.  A minute later, he was struggling to reach his toes to remove the polish on them.  At his age, just reaching his toes wasn’t that easy to do.  Having to rub and rub and try to scrub all the red nail polish off them was far more difficult, but little by little he got the job done.  He had to take a few breaks in the process to sit up and catch his breath, but he went back to the task and eventually his toenails were free and clear once again.  If only they could stay that way.  More importantly, if only his fingernails could stay that way.

With his toes now free of the polish, he sat back and slowly began working on his fingernails.  Removing the red nail polish.  Removing the embarrassment.  Except, in a few minutes, he himself was going to have to replace the embarrassment with a new color of equal embarrassment.

“How’s it going Jim?” Jackie called from the game table without looking at him.

“Fine,” Jim replied.

“Got the color off yet?”

“Just finished,” Jim told her.

“Good!” Pam replied.  “I’m looking forward to seeing what color you picked out for this week.”

Jim said nothing.  Knowing it was inevitable, he pulled the pink nail polish from his purse and bent over again trying to reach his toes.  If he thought removing the old polish was difficult to do, putting the new polish on his toes was twice as difficult because he had to be so careful with it.  One by one, he turned his toenails from normal looking to shiny pink.  A sissy color.  Why hadn’t he chosen something different?  Oh yeah, he had been hoping that the pink color would be a lot less noticeable.  As he stared at the pink toes on one foot, he figured it was going to be less noticeable, but not by much.  After catching his breath from being bent over for so long, he did his best to hold the toes of the foot he had just finished up off the floor as he went to work on his other foot.  A few minutes later, both feet were done.  He had sissy pink polish on his toenails, and all he could think about was that the roll of the die tonight had better let him go without the chastity device.

He was just about to start on his fingernails when he heard Jackie call, “Oh Jim.”

He looked up.  “Yes?”

“Got your toes done now?”

“Just finished,” he replied.

“Good.  Can you please bring us some snacks from the kitchen?  Oh, and watch those toes.  I don’t want nail polish on my floors.”

“Uh…sure,” he replied.

Doing his best to walk with his toes stretched up in the air, he carefully made his way to the kitchen where he collected two small platters of snacks and carried them out to the card table.

“Thanks Jim,” Jackie replied.

“Pretty pink today,” Lisa said as she looked down at his toes.  “I like it.”

“Uh…thanks,” Jim replied.

The women were all ignoring him again as they went back to their game, so he carefully made his way back to the couch where he sat and grabbed the pink nail polish again.  Doing his fingernails was a lot easier than doing his toes, but it was his fingers that would be noticeable.  As he worked, the thought on his mind was that once again he was making himself look more like a sissy than ever.

Toes done, fingernails done.  How long did that stuff take to dry?  The polish on his toes looked just as shiny and pink as it did when he first applied it.

“Oh Jim,” Jackie called.  “We could use some more coffee here please.”

Jim knew his fingernails were still wet.  He didn’t have a clue if his toenails were wet or not.  But he carefully got up, trying now to keep his toes off the floor and his fingers spread and not touching anything.  He carefully grabbed the coffee pot, having difficulty holding it without closing his fingers into a fist around the handle because his nails were still wet.  Carefully, he carried it out to the women.  Trying to pour the coffee while keeping his fingernails from touching anything was another exercise in difficulty.

“Thanks Jim,” Beverly said without looking at him as she continued to play Bridge.

Jim said nothing.  He just carefully took the coffee pot back to the kitchen, then went back to sit on the couch.  He would have tried to read from his tablet, but his fingernails were still wet…and he still didn’t know if his toes were dry or not.  All he could do was to sit there with is toes and fingernails splayed apart, which left him too much time to do nothing but think about what might be coming at him soon, and worry about it.

It seemed like hours that he sat that way.  He was tempted to touch his fingernails a few times to find out if they were dry, but he dared not.  Finally, he heard Jackie calling him again.  “Oh Jim.”

“Yes?” he replied as his stomach lurched, knowing that the time had come.  He could see the women collecting the cards at the table, which meant that their game was over.

“It’s time,” Beverly told him.

Carefully, Jim got up from the couch and went to see what was going to happen to him now.  He saw Jackie grab that one single die and place it on the table where he could reach it.

“Pick it up,” Pam told him.  “We know you’re dying to find out if you’re going to be stuck in that tiny little chastity device for another week or not.”

Carefully Jim reached out with his pink tipped fingers.

“Jim,” Lisa said.  “Don’t worry about your nails.  After all this time that polish is long dried by now.”

“Oh,” Jim said as he did his best to grab the die.

“Okay,” Pam said.  “This is for whether or not you stay in chastity for the next week.  Whenever you’re ready Jim.”

Jim swallowed hard, then praying for an even number that would mean no chastity.  He tossed the die across the table and watched as it tumbled and rolled.  He stared at the result in disbelief.  One!  One single dot stared up at him.  As he stared at it in disbelief, he heard the women laughing.

“Too bad Jim,” Pam laughed, but we know how much you love not being able to get that kind of fun anyway.”

“Think of it as having to spend another week like more of a baby,” Beverly suggested with a laugh.  “They certainly don’t get any sex.”

Jim continued to stare at the single die with the one dot staring up at him as all the women at the table laughed.

“Okay Jim,” Jackie finally said.  “It’s time now to let you know what else you’re going to have to put up with from now on.”

Jim looked at her, he was still in shock over having to keep that damn tiny chastity device on him.  Now his stomach really did feel sick as he waited to hear his latest fate.

“For the last week or so,” Jackie told him, “I’ve made it a point to have at least one meal with you nearly every day, just so we could get a little more used to eating together, because from now on, we’re going to have at least one meal together every single day.”

“Oh.  That doesn’t sound bad” Jim mumbled, feeling slightly relieved.  “In fact, I’d enjoy it.”

“Good.  Because here’s the rub.  Since last week was all big girl things for you, this week it’s another baby step for you.  From now on, you’re going to be eating one meal every day consisting of nothing but baby food.  And to determine which meal it’s going to be every day, every week while you’re here, you’re going to roll one die for each day of the week, and we’ll record the number.  1 or 2 means breakfast.  3 or 4 means lunch.  5 or 6 means dinner.  Then we can go out to the grocery store to make sure you’ve got everything you need.”

Huh?  “Uh…baby food?” Jim mumbled.

“Yup!  Sorry.  No home cooked meals…unless you count the baby food,” Jackie laughed.

Jim wasn’t sure what to think about that.

“Grab that die,” Beverly said as she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.  “I’ll record every roll.  We’ll start with tomorrow, Wednesday.  Now what meal of baby food will you be eating tomorrow?”

Slowly, Jim reached out his hand and grabbed the die.  With a quick toss, he sent it tumbling across the table.

“Five!” Lisa called out.

“That’s dinner,” Pam translated.

Jim rolled again.

“Another five,” Lisa said.

“Another dinner,” Pam announced

Jim rolled a third time.

“Three!” Lisa declared

“Lunch this time,” Pam told him.

“Five!” Lisa said on Jim’s next roll.

“Dinner again,” Pam told him.

“Four!” Lisa said to his next roll.

“Lunch again,” Pam said.  “All these rolls are pretty similar.”

Jim said nothing to that but kept rolling.

“Another four,” Lisa said.

“Lunch,” Pam added

Jim rolled one last time.

“Three!” Lisa announced.

“Lunch again,” Pam declared.

“Okay,” Beverly said so we have Wednesday dinner.  Thursday dinner.  Friday lunch.  Saturday dinner.  Sunday lunch.  Monday lunch.  And Tuesday lunch.  No breakfasts this week,” she noted.

“It’s all fine with me, one way or another Jackie sighed.  She looked up at Jim.  “Be prepared,” she said.  “Tomorrow morning you and I are going grocery shopping again, this time to buy you a bunch of baby food to eat.  I’m guessing that over the next week you’re going to get used to having nothing but baby food for either lunch or dinner.”  She laughed.  “I wonder what everyone in the grocery store will think when they see you, the way you’re dressed now, buying yourself a whole cart load of baby food.”

Jim didn’t even want to think about that.  He certainly wasn’t looking forward to it.  And one other thing he wasn’t looking forward to – another week stuck in chastity.