The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 1 – The Mistake of a Lifetime – Part 2 of 2

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 1 – The Mistake of a Lifetime – Part 2 of 2

 

Chris’s mother, Tess, wasn’t happy at all about having to leave work, walk home, then trudge her way through the snow to bring her son another pair of pants.  But since her husband had died a few years ago, this was the first and only time she could remember having any problem at all with Chris.  But what worried her far more, was when she got to the school, and she found out the reason for the problem.

“He insulted Billy Bastien,” Pomeroy told her.

“He what?”  Tess looked at her son.  “How could you be so stupid?  How could you even think about doing something like that?  Chris, they could kill you for that?”

Chris said nothing.

“Hopefully, this will all blow over,” Pomeroy told her.

“We’ll talk tonight,” Tess told her son.  “Seriously!”  She turned to Pomeroy.  “Please extend my apologies to Billy,” she told him.  “It won’t happen again.”

“I will,” Pomeroy told her.  “I’ll try to smooth this over.”

As soon as Tess was gone and Chris had been sent back to class, Pomeroy headed down the hallway to find Billy and talk with him.  He opened the classroom door and called him out into the hallway for a chat.

“Is there a problem?” Billy asked, as if daring Pomeroy to say anything at all about what he had done.

“I hope not,” Pomeroy replied.  “Did you have to beat Chris up like that?”

“He had it coming.  He deserved it.”

“Exactly what did he do?” Pomeroy asked.

“He called me the dumbest piece of shit in the entire school.  He said I wasn’t fit to run this town someday.  And then he kept insulting me…right in front of everyone.”

Pomeroy winced.  “But did you have to beat him up?”

“Like I said, he deserved it.”

“Well, just so you know, his mother apologized profusely for what her son did.  She wanted me to let you know that she’s going to make sure it will never happen again.”

“You’re right it won’t happen again!” Billy replied.

Pomeroy was worried again.  “Now don’t go doing anything rash,” he pleaded.  “Chris apologized and so did his mother.  We need to just let this all blow over.”

“Blow over?  After what he did?  Let’s be straight about who’s really in charge here, and we both know it’s not you.  I’m a Bastien.  That gives me the right to do whatever I want.  Now fuck off!”  With that, Billy turned to go back into the classroom, but he stopped and looked at Pomeroy.  “Everyone in this whole damn school is more interested in Chris Moore than in me, a Bastien.”

“That’s not true!” Pomeroy replied quickly.

“It sure seems like it to me.  Just for that, I’m going to destroy your little school pet!”  With that, he opened the door and went back into the classroom.  Pomeroy stared after him in horror.  Finally, he went back to his office where he picked up the phone and called Billy’s father, Sherriff Tom Bastien, the second most powerful man in the entire Bastien community.

With all the snow on the ground, it took Tom Bastien five minutes to make the short walk from the sheriff’s office to the high school.  He didn’t mince words.  As soon as he got to Pomeroy’s office, he said, “Now what happened?”

“You know Christopher Moore?”

“Tess’s son, from over at the bank?  What about him?”

“He made the mistake of insulting Billy, and Billy beat him up pretty bad over it.”

“He insulted Billy.  I take it that Billy didn’t kill him?”

“No, but he hurt him pretty good.  Fortunately, I was able to send Chris back to class…after his mother delivered a fresh pair of pants for him to wear.”

“What did Billy say?” Tom asked.

“He’s still pretty angry about it I’m afraid.  I was hoping he would just let this little thing blow over.”

Tom nodded, then said, “We Bastiens have been leading this town for five generations, and Billy is going to be the sixth.  You know as well as everyone that insulting a Bastien is about the worst offense you can do around here.  Insulting one of us leads to unrest and rebellion, and we can’t have that.  We won’t have that.  This town runs because we run it.  Everyone who lives here exists because we tell them what to do.  So far, it’s worked out just fine for five generations, and I see no reason why it can’t keep running that way for another hundred generations or more.”

“I know,” Pomeroy said quickly.  “I just wanted to let you know that Billy seems to have taken care of the problem.  I don’t want anything worse to happen.  Chris is one of the best students we’ve had here in many years.  He has a bright future ahead of him.”

“Not anymore.  Not if he insulted Billy.  Now where’s my son?”

Pomeroy reluctantly led the sheriff to the classroom where Billy was.

“What happened?” Tom Bastien asked his son once they were alone in the hallway.

“That little shit, Chris Moore, insulted me, and kept insulting me right in front of the entire class.  He said I didn’t deserve to rule this town someday.”

“He said that?”

“He sure did.  Right in front of everyone.”

Tom nodded.  “Okay.  I’ll take care of it.  I’ll take him out of school right now.”

“Dad, don’t.”

“What?”

“This whole damn school seems to think he’s more important than I am.  I want to show them that he’s not.”

“Once he’s dead, he won’t be important to anyone.”

“Let me do it,” Billy said.  “Let me take care of him.”

“You want to kill him?  Fine.  We can do it right after school.”

“No, not kill him…yet.  I want to make him the biggest joke this town has ever seen.  I want everyone to see what a useless jerk he really is.”

“Okay.  What did you have in mind?”

“I’m still working on it.”

“Fine.  We’ll talk about it later, when you get home.”

“Good.  Thanks Dad.”

“Fine.  See you later son.  I’m going to have a little talk with Chris right now.  I guess, as the town sheriff, I ought to hear what he has to say about all this too.  Not that it matters.”

Five minutes later, Chris found himself standing in the hallway talking to Sheriff Bastien.  “I’m sorry,” Chris told him.  “I don’t know what came over me, but trust me, I’m really sorry for what I said.”

“So you did say those things.  You insulted Billy and you told him he wasn’t fit to rule this town?”

“It just came out,” Chris explained.  “I wasn’t thinking.”

“You’re right about that!  Go back to class.  I’ll have to think about this.”

“I really am sorry,” Chris told him.  “Please believe me, it won’t ever happen again.”

“You’re right about that too,” the sheriff replied before turning and walking away.

It was lunchtime when Chris headed to the boy’s room again.  Thoughts of what had happened to him the last time he went in there played heavily on his mind.  But once again, as soon as he got into the room, he saw Billy there with all his friends.  “Billy,” he said as the fear went through him.  “I’m so sorry…”  But that’s as far as he got before Billy once again hit him as hard as he could in the stomach.  Chris went down again in major pain.

“Hey look!” Chet said with a laugh.  “The stupid shit is wetting his pants again.”

“Who cares,” Billy said as he grabbed Chris by his hair and pulled him to his knees.  With Chris kneeling right in front of him, Billy pulled a large hunting knife from the scabbard hung on his belt.  Then he unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his knees.  He grabbed Chris’s hair again and held the tip of the knife close to Chris’s eye.  “Grab my cock and stick it in your mouth, and start sucking,” he said threateningly.

Chris tried to look up at Billy’s face but the way he was holding his hair, he couldn’t.  “No!  Please!  I said I was sorry,” Chris told him.

“You either suck it off, or you lose your eye, right here and now.”  With that, he held the tip of the knife even closer to Chris’s eye.

Frightened out of his mind, Chris had no choice.  His hand came tentatively up and grabbed Billy’s limp cock lightly.

“Now put it in your mouth!” Billy threatened as he wiggled the knife blade in front of Chris’s eye.

Shaking, Chris opened his mouth and brought it closer to Billy’s limp cock.  With the tip of the knife blade catching most of his vision in one eye, he slowly brought part of Billy’s limp cock inside his mouth, but he didn’t close his lips.

“Start sucking!”

Chris had no choice but to close his lips.  His tongue came into contact with the head of Billy’s penis.  It tasted terrible, like Billy hadn’t bathed in a month.

“Suck it and lick it till I come…in your mouth!”

Very gently, Chris increased the pressure of his lips and tongue against the head of Billy’s flaccid cock.  He wanted to throw up.

“He’s doing it!” Sam said excitedly.  “The little shit is actually doing it!”

“All the way in!” Billy told Chris.  “Shove it all the way in!”

Still seeing the tip of the knife, Chris opened his mouth wider and tentatively brought his mouth all the way up to Billy’s balls.  Then he closed his lips again.  Ick!  He couldn’t believe he was doing this.  But what choice did he have?  He had no doubt in the world that Billy would drive his knife straight into his eye if he didn’t…or Billy would kill him.  Slowly, with his lips trailing along Billy’s cock, he pulled his head away.

“This is so good!” Pete said excitedly.

It took a long time.  Most of the lunch hour.  Other boys came in and saw what was happening, but with Billy there, they dared not say anything at all about it.  In fact, most of them left the moment they saw Billy there.

Once Billy’s cock finally got hard, Chris couldn’t come close to getting it all into his mouth.  Finally, Billy shot his load straight into Chris’s mouth.  He pulled his cock away and pulled his pants up while Chris collapsed into a miserable heap on the floor.  “See you later, cocksucker!” Billy said before leading his friends from the room.

What had he just done?  But Chris knew perfectly well that he had no choice in the matter.  No choice at all.  And worse, how many kids had come into the bathroom and seen him doing it?  He had made the biggest mistake of his life earlier, and he knew it.  He just hoped it would all be over now.  Slowly, he dragged himself from the floor and went over to the sink where he washed his face and tried to drink as much of the water as he could to get the taste of Billy’s cum from his mouth.  Then he headed to the office again.  His mother was going to have to bring him another pair of pants.

A few hours later, school let out.  Chis hurried to his locker without talking to anyone.  He was about to grab his winter gear to put on when he was suddenly grabbed from behind.

“Oh no you don’t!” Billy’s mean voice threatened.

“No!” Chris begged.

But Billy and all four of his friends dragged Chris back to the boy’s room.  The boys inside seeing Billy and his friends coming in, hurried away.  Billy suddenly turned and once again punched Chris in the stomach, sending Chris to his knees.  “Pete!” Billy said, “Your turn.”

“Gladly!” Pete replied as he stood in front of Chris and lowered his pants.

“No!” Chris cried desperately.  “No!”

Billy brought his big hunting knife out again and pushed the point of it against Chris’s temple.  “Suck him off, or you’re dead.”  He pushed his knife a little harder to get the point across.

“Hey look!” Chet shouted.  “He’s wetting himself again.  That’s three times today!  That’s got to be a record!”  All the boys had a laugh over that.

Once again it took a long time, most of an hour, but in the end, Pete too got off inside of Chris’s mouth.  When Chris was finally left alone, he washed the tears from his eyes and drank as much of the water as he could.  He walked out the door to get his coat from his locker and found Principal Pomeroy waiting for him.

“Again?” Pomeroy asked.

Chris said nothing as he walked right past him to get to his locker.  If there was any way possible to take back the words he had said earlier to Billy, he would have.  But there was no way.  And now, as far as he could see, his entire life was ruined.

His mother came home from the bank an hour after him.  “What happened?” she asked.

Billy told her all of it.  The things he had said and wished he could take back, and the things Billy had made him do later.

She listened.  The more she listened, the more the tears flowed from her eyes.  When he was done, she grabbed him and held him in a tight hug while she wept bitter tears.  “Let’s hope now that it’s all over,” she told him.  “Let’s pray.”  She backed away and looked him in the face.  “But from what I’ve heard about Billy, he may be just mean enough to make you do it again tomorrow.  Let’s hope not, but don’t be surprised if he does.  As much as that worries me, it doesn’t worry me half as much as losing you.”

“Losing me?”

“Chris, they kill people in this town for less than that.  You know that!  They killed your father!”

“They said that was a hunting accident.”

“Yeah right!  You know your father never hunted a day in his life.  You know that the only people in this town that own guns are the sheriff and his deputies.  Nobody else!  Your father spoke up against the sheriff for some of the things he had done, and he was murdered for it.  Plain and simple.  End of story.  Now let’s pray it doesn’t mean the end of you, because if it does, I don’t think I could live anymore.  Especially not after losing your father the same way, for doing almost the same thing.  Let’s pray it’s done now, Chris.  Let’s pray!”

 

The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 1 – The Mistake of a Lifetime – Part 1 of 2

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 1 – The Mistake of a Lifetime

Chapter 2 – The Letter of the Law

Chapter 3 – Dry Goods

Chapter 4 – Ready or Not

Chapter 5 – Chasm of Difference

Chapter 6 – Plotting

Chapter 7 – The Addendum

Chapter 8 – Home School

Chapter 9 – Saturday is a Workday

Chapter 10 – Sunday is a Workday Too

Chapter 11 – To Be the Queen

Chapter 12 – Snow Day

Chapter 13 – Small, Smaller, Gone!

Chapter 14 – The Battleground

Chapter 15 – Bang, Bang, I Shot You Dead

Chapter 16 – Hatching the Plan

Chapter 17 – They Don’t Teach That in School

Chapter 18 – The Critical Calculation

Chapter 19 – The Town That Didn’t Exist

Chapter 20 – The Strangest Things

Chapter 21 – The Other Side of the Bridge

 

 

Chapter 1 – The Mistake of a Lifetime – Part 1 of 2

 

Twenty explosive charges were set to go off a quarter of a second apart, four charges at a time.  With the push of a single button, the explosions began from the middle of the old wooden bridge and quickly worked their way out toward the two ends.  In two and a half seconds, the ancient wooden bridge was reduced to splinters that fell a hundred and twenty feet into the chasm and rushing water below.  With the falling of the bridge, the town of Bastien, Wisconsin fell into the realm of legend.

But why was the bridge destroyed and the entire town allowed to sink into obscurity?  For that answer, we need to go back just a few years.  Back to when the bridge still stood strong and healthy.  Back to the time when the bridge was carefully maintained by the town because the bridge was the only way in or out of the area where the remote town of Bastien was located.

Before the bridge was destroyed, there was a dirt road leading from each side of the bridge.  One side of the road twisted and turned through the woods for eighteen miles, finally connecting with a small rural highway that led to other towns and cities.  If you didn’t know the dirt road was there, you would probably miss it.

On the other side of the bridge, you would see a pickup truck parked right near the bridge.  The pickup trucks belonged to one of the eight town deputies who rotated the duty to watch the bridge day and night.  The bridge was that critical to the entire community.  Past the pickup truck, the dirt road wound its way through the trees for another mile until it ran straight into downtown Bastien.

The community of Bastien, Wisconsin was primarily a farming community, with dairy products and cheese being their main focus.  Other crops such as corn and grain for the livestock were raised as well.  The town tried to be as self-sufficient as possible and prided itself on the degree to which they managed it.  But of course, not everything could be home grown.  Everything else they needed had to be brought in over that ancient wooden bridge that they guarded so carefully.

There were no cellphones in Bastien because there were no cell towers anywhere near the city, but they did have an old landline telephone system that worked just fine for everyone, although not every home in Bastien had a telephone.  The telephone system was connected to one of two thick cables that ran under the ancient wooden bridge, one carrying telephone access to the outside, the other carrying electricity into the community.

Some people in Bastien had TVs, but it was satellite TV service only.  Most people in town didn’t have any TV service at all.  And of course, satellite was how what few people that had internet service got that as well.

The center of town was a quaint location where the entire community often gathered on the village green.  There were no paved roads at all in Bastien, so of course, the streets were dirt and often muddy.  There was a grocery store and a large dry goods store located just off the green.  They were the only places in town where you could buy anything.  Thanks to the internet, if the stores didn’t have what you wanted, they could get it for you, and usually quickly.

Next to the stores, there was a post office that handled all the mail and packages that came in and a small bank to handle what little money was used in the town.  Most often, the people paid by accounts in the stores, and the bank settled the money once a month directly with the two stores.

At the top of the village green was the combined courthouse and sheriff’s department.  The courthouse hadn’t been used in years though and the sheriff and his eight deputies had gradually begun using the space for extra storage.

On the far side of the village green where the community held their gatherings and celebrations, was the two school buildings.  One that housed the first through eighth grades, and the other that held the high-school students.  The school students got the same classes as everywhere else…and they didn’t.  The students all learned to read and write.  They learned basic math skills as well.  They also learned some history, but the history classes weren’t like any other school taught.  The classes in the Bastien schools instilled into the students the heritage of the town and the importance of its founding fathers, the Bastien family.

The schools had a music program as well that taught drums, string bass, guitar, fiddle, and accordion.  Music competitions were one of the highlights of Bastien life, and polka music was king.

Every girl was taught sewing and home economics skills from first grade through twelfth.  By the time the girls graduated, there wasn’t anything they couldn’t cook or sew, and taking care of children and babies was second nature.

The boys all learned farming skills, everything from livestock care to how the cheese was made.  And when it came to running and fixing tractors, every boy in town could tear a tractor apart and practically rebuild it blindfolded.

But our story isn’t interested in any of those things.  Our story, the story of why Bastien, Wisconsin was allowed to fall into the realm of legend, begins with something that happened in the high school.  It happened in the middle of January, when there was almost a foot of snow covering the village green.  It happened in one of the high school math classes that held select students from freshman through seniors.  And the entire tragedy happened, because the school geek, the one boy who was so smart he could do complex math problems in his head, made a mistake.  But what a mistake it was!

 

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“Okay class, competition time,” Gabe Goldman, the math teacher exclaimed.  “We’re going to pick two teams and see which one can solve the problems I give you the best…in your heads!”  There was some groaning from a few of the students.  “Okay,” Goldman said.  “The first team captain will be…”

“I want Chris!” Billy Bastien called out immediately.

“Billy,” Goldman replied.  “I haven’t announced the captains yet.”

“Yeah well, we all know I’m going to be one of them.”

Goldman knew he was faced with a delicate situation.  He walked over to Billy and softly said.  “Billy, we all know that as a Bastien, your leadership skills aren’t in question.  You’re already at the top of the list.  But sometimes they need us to evaluate the other students so we can see if they have any potential for some of the more important jobs after they graduate.  Do you understand?”

“Oh…yeah.  Sure,” Billy replied with a grin.  “I get it.  Time to see what the dumb shits can do.  Go ahead.”

“Thanks Billy, and thanks for speaking up so quickly too.”

“Anytime,” Billy replied.

With that catastrophe avoided, Goldman turned back to the class.  “The two team captains today are going to be Chris Moore and John Bolt.  You two are going to each pick your teams from the rest of the class.  Chris, even though you’re only a freshman and John is a senior, I know you both can do these math problems easily.  Because of that, neither of you are allowed to give your teams the actual answers.  You can each only suggest how the rest of them can solve the problems.  Tell them how to do it if they don’t know and then confirm if they have the right answer or not.  Remember, this is a lesson in not only math, but in teamwork.  Okay?

“Now I’ll flip a coin to see which of you gets to pick first.  John, you take your team to that side of the room, and Chris, your team is on the other side.  John, you call the coin toss.”  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin.  With a flick of his thumb, he sent it spinning high into the air.

“Heads!” John called.

The coin was allowed to settle to the floor.  The students crowded around it.  “Tails!” one of them proclaimed.

“Chris, you get to pick first,” Goldman announced.

“I pick…”

Billy started to get up from his seat, sure that Chris was going to call him.

“Judy!” Chris finished.

Billy was flabbergasted.  He was always picked first.

John picked one of the other boys in the class.

Chris picked.  John picked.  Back and forth, but neither of them picked Billy Bastien.  And Billy got angrier and angrier.  Finally, only him and one of the girls was left.  He was sure Chris was going to pick him now, but Chris picked the girl.

“Okay Billy, you’re on John’s team,” Goldman finished.

But Billy didn’t go to John’s side of the room.  He angrily headed for the school geek instead.  “Why didn’t you pick me?” he said angrily to Chris.  “I’m a Bastien.  I always get picked first, and I’m always on the winning team.”

“Billy!” Goldman said quickly, trying to step in before something bad could happen.  But two seconds later, it was too late.

“Are you kidding?” Chris replied.  “I wouldn’t pick you for anything.  You’ve got to be the dumbest piece of shit in this entire school!”  Murmurs of surprise and shock were heard throughout the room.  “I don’t even know why you’re in this class.  Just because you’re a Bastien you think you can do anything at all.  You think the entire world will give you anything you want.  Well it won’t!  You’re too stupid.  You don’t deserve to rule this town someday.  I don’t want someone as stupid as you on my team.  I want to win!”

“Chris!” Goldman called quickly.  “Stop that.  Apologize to him right now!”

“Like hell!” Chris replied, staring Billy right in the face.

“I said apologize!”

Chris shook his head.  “I’m sorry,” he replied, much more contritely.

But Billy was seething.  With a quick look at everyone else, he walked out of the classroom.

Goldman grabbed Chris by the arm and dragged him out into the hallway.  “What the hell did you think you were doing?  You know what can happen in this town when someone insults a Bastien.”

“It’s not right.  And he is dumb as shit.” Chris replied.  “Besides, I apologized.”

“Let’s just hope it doesn’t lead to anything else,” Goldman said.  “Now let’s get back to class.”

Back in the room, everyone was staring at Chris, but he ignored them all.  When the math competition started, it took him a bit to get the hang of explaining how to do the problems to his team, but in the end, his team won easily.  But the damage had already been done.  Even though nobody knew it yet, the town of Bastien was now on its way toward obscurity, slowly sinking into the realm of legend and nothing more.

Shortly after the math competition, Chris headed to the boy’s room to pee.  He got through the door and found Billy there with his usual four friends, Pete, Sam, Tony, and Chet.  Chris was heading for one of the urinals when Billy rushed over in front of him and slammed his fist as hard as he could into Billy’s stomach.  Chris went down in pain, gasping for breath.  “You’ve got a lot to learn,” Billy whispered menacingly.  “I always get picked first, and I run this town!”  With that, he brought is fist down as hard as he could into Chris’s face, sending Chris in terrible pain completely to the floor.  Billy kicked Chris over and over again, hurting him as much as possible.  Finally, he leaned over top of Chris.  “I should kill you for that,” Billy said.  “Maybe I will.”

“Yeah, explain it to him good!” Pete exclaimed with a laugh.

“Hey look,” Sam said, pointing at Chris.  “The dumb shit wet his pants.”

Laughing over it, Billy led them all out of the restroom, leaving Chris in a world of misery.  He was found a few minutes later by another boy from the school who had just entered the bathroom.  Seeing Chris, he ran to the school office to get help.  It was only a few minutes before the school principal, Hugh Pomeroy, got there.

“What happened?” Pomeroy asked.

“I made a mistake,” Chris admitted sorrowfully.

“What mistake?”

“I called Billy Bastien a dumb shit.”

“You didn’t!  Chris, how could you?”

“He is, and I did,” Chris admitted.

“Come on,” Pomeroy said.  “Let’s get you to the office.  Are you okay to stay in school?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Damn!” Pomeroy exclaimed.  “You wet your pants.  I’ll call your mother and get her to bring you another pair.”

 

Too Old to be Young - Chapter 25

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 25

 

Blank.  And that was a problem.  As hard as he tried, his mind was coming up completely blank.  He simply couldn’t remember.  As he laid on his back in his bed, the headphones were still covering his ears and the voice was still droning on in the background of his head, but his mind had long ago tuned the thing out.  He wasn’t paying the least bit of attention go it.  He never did anymore.  But the voice and the headphone’s weren’t his problem.  His problem was that he couldn’t remember.

He mentally assessed his diaper again, which wasn’t exactly difficult.  The thing was bloated, soaked, and huge.  Just like it always was.  So the question was, how did it get that way if he didn’t remember waking up one single time to pee last night?  It didn’t make sense.  He remembered something similar had happened a couple of nights ago, but this time it seemed different.  He honestly couldn’t remember waking up to pee one single time.  As hard as he searched his memory for it, he came up blank.  Nothing!  What was going on?

He removed the offending headphones and threw them aside before getting out of bed.  He noticed his pacifier on the night table where he usually stuck it when he couldn’t stand it anymore before falling asleep.  He stuck the thing in his mouth before getting to his feet and waddling his way out to the kitchen.  Blank!  No.  It couldn’t have been.  No way!

He set his coffee maker working and headed as always into his home office.  A few minutes later he was back to reading his story while he chewed on his pacifier.  He really did need to remember to keep the pacifier in his mouth more often.  There was no doubt it was easier than doing that with the baby bottles, and he had no idea why he seemed to have developed the habit lately of chewing on them.  Maybe he just liked having something in his mouth.

Today was Friday.  He and Jackie were supposed to go grocery shopping today.  But this time he would be doing it wearing women’s pants instead of men’s pants.  He wasn’t going to wear a skirt!  He was also supposed to have breakfast with Jackie this morning.  Breakfast of baby food.  That was going to be a bit different.  He already wasn’t looking forward to it.

When the coffee was ready in the kitchen, he poured some into one of his small koozie covered baby bottles.  As he screwed the bottle top back on, even though the nipple was only a week old, he could plainly see where he had chewed on it.  Would Jackie make him buy more bottle nipples when they went shopping?  It was a possibility.  With is pacifier in his mouth, he carried his bottle back to his desk to keep reading.

An hour later, he realized that something seemed odd.  He checked the time.  Jackie usually was there by now.  She was running late today.  He felt himself peeing into his bloated diaper again.  It really was nice to be able to do that so easily.  Like it barely mattered.  That was what made wearing the diapers all the time so much fun.  With his coffee gone, he put the baby bottle down that he had unconsciously been chewing on again and stuck his pacifier back in his mouth.  Yeah.  Much easier.  As he lightly chewed and read, he was soon lost in the details of his story again.

Half an hour later, he checked the time.  Still no Jackie, and they were supposed to have breakfast today.  Did she forget?  He got up from his desk and found his phone and called her.  No answer.  Maybe she was on her way over.  He waited, but five minutes later, she still hadn’t come to the door.  He phoned her again…no answer.  What was going on?  What was he supposed to do?  After another half hour and six more tries to call her, he got somewhat dressed, having to wear that same loose skirt again since it was the only way to cover the bulk of diaper covering his bottom.  He grabbed his purse, put his pacifier back in his mouth, and hurried over to Jackie’s house.  He was glad to see Jackie’s car in the driveway along with her golf cart, so she had to be home.  He knocked on the door.  No answer.  He rang the doorbell.  No answer.  What was going on?  Where was she?  He was starting to get concerned.  He hurried home and called Beverly instead.

“Hi Jim,” Beverly’s laughing voice teased.  “I saw you running back and forth between your house and Jackie’s.  Lovely skirt!”

“Uh…yeah,” Jim replied.  “Listen, Beverly, have you seen Jackie?  Is she there?”

“Here?  No.  Of course not.  If I remember correctly, you’re supposed to have breakfast with her today.”

“Yeah.  That’s just it.  I am.  But she didn’t show up to change me like she usually does every morning, and I’ve called and called, but she didn’t answer.  And now I’ve even knocked on her door, and she still didn’t answer.”

Beverly was growing concerned now.  “Jim,” she said.  “Stay there.  I’ve got a key to her house.  Let me check on her.”

“Thanks,” Jim replied.  “Let me know.”

“I will.”

Beverly hung up her phone.  That wasn’t like Jackie.  Concerned, she dug out the spare key Jackie had given her in case of an emergency and headed across the street.  She rang the doorbell, she knocked, but like Jim said, there was no answer.  She used her key to get in.  “Jackie!  It’s me!” she yelled loudly.  But the house was quiet.  Too quiet.  Like there was nobody home. She went in and looked around.  Nobody in the living room.  Nobody in the kitchen.  She went down the hallway toward Jackie’s bedroom. 

A minute later, she was back in the living room where she pulled out her cellphone.  She dialed a simple number and waited.

“9-1-1,” the voice on the line came.  “What’s your emergency.”

“I was just checking on my best friend across the street, and I found her dead.  In her bedroom.”

 

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Jim was beside himself once Beverly had called and told him the news.  She had found Jackie lying on her bedroom floor, in her nightgown.  The lamp by her bed was still on, but Beverly didn’t know if she had died last night or early this morning.  It was just so sudden. 

At Beverly’s suggestion, Jim had to change himself.  He had to take a pair of scissors and cut his onesie off so he could do it.  As he did, he realized a few different things.  First of all, no matter what happened today, he still had only women’s pants and skirts that he could wear.  Secondly, as much as he had been using his diapers so freely now, he dared not go without a diaper.  And finally, and most crushing of all, it was over.  It was all over now.  The arrangement between Jackie and her friends was finished.  Never to happen again. 

He dressed as much like a man as he was capable of.  A single daytime diaper.  A man’s polo shirt.  The new black pants he had bought.  And his women’s black shoes.  In reality, the only male thing he had on was his shirt.  It hardly seemed worth the bother.

Dressed as he was, he stood in his carport and watched as the police and the ambulance were still parked in front of Jackie’s house.  A few minutes later, they came out wheeling a gurney with a body on it.  Beverly came out with them.  He saw her talking to the policeman for a minute, then she stood there and waited, watching the ambulance and the police car finally leaving.  Jim saw her turn in his direction.  She waved briefly, then seemed to break down in tears before running across the street into her own house.  Jim went back inside. 

Jackie was gone.  What was he going to do?  One thing he knew for sure.  He was going to miss her.

With nothing else he felt like doing, he sat and removed the red nail polish from his fingers and toes, while he tried to ignore the tears that fell from his eyes. 

It was over.

 

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The knock came at his door early in the afternoon.  When he opened it, he was surprised to see not just Beverly, but Pamela and Lisa as well.  None of them looked happy.  “Come in,” he said softly, then turned and led them all into his living room.  He headed toward his favorite chair then had a better thought.  He turned to the three women.  “Coffee?”

“Sure,” Lisa replied.  He nodded toward the table and the women headed there while he went to his kitchen to pour the coffee.  When he came back, he noticed them sitting at the table, but they were looking all around.  He set the coffee in front of each of them.

“You’ve still got diapers stacked all over the place,” Lisa noted.

“Jackie had me buy an awful lot.  It might be a lifetime supply.”  Nobody laughed or even chuckled.

“Look, Jim,” Pamela said as she leaned forward, gripping her mug with both hands.  “You know of course, that it’s over.  All of it,”

“Yes,” Jim replied.  “I know.”  He realized he felt much sadder about that then he probably should.

“We just want to make sure there’s no hard feeling between any of us,” Lisa said.

Jim was surprised by that.  “No.  Of course not.”  He noticed they all looked relieved.

“We don’t have any of your old things to give back to you I’m afraid,” Pam said.

“I even threw out that one pair of shoes I had taken from you,” Beverly told him.  “Sorry, but…Jackie insisted.”

Jim nodded.  “I didn’t expect anything to be left.”

“I put all the pants we took from you into the donation bin yesterday,” Pamela told him.  “But there was still that one pair you needed to wear shopping yesterday.”

“I found them just a little while ago, still in Jackie’s house,” Beverly finished.  She pulled a bag up from her lap and pushed it across the table in Jim’s direction.  “You might need them.”  Then she laughed.  “Or maybe not.  I like the ladies’ pants you’re wearing now.”

“Me too!” Pam added with a chuckle.

“It’s unanimous,” Lisa agreed.

The lighthearted mood didn’t last long though. 

“I’ll call my nephew as soon as I get home,” Beverly told him.  “He’ll be out to reinstall the toilets in your house as soon as possible.  Will that be alright?”

“Yeah,” Jim agreed.  “Great.”  But he was wondering how much use he’d ever get out of them again.  For now, he had no intention of leaving his diapers behind.  Not after all the progress he had made with them.

Without saying anything, Pam opened her purse and pulled out a set of keys. “I’m sure you know what they’re for,” she told him as she pushed them across the table.

“I’m hoping for the damn tiny chastity device that I can’t wait to get out of.”

“Pam nodded then reached back into her purse and pulled out a small box.  She pushed that across the table towards him too.  “I’m sure you recognize that thing as well.  You might as well have it.  Knowing you, you might even enjoy using it once in a while.  It’s certainly not going to do me any good.”

Jim recognized the box, but he opened it anyway and saw the Iron Maiden chastity device inside.  The torture device.  He closed the lid, not sure if he should thank her of not.  “Thanks,” he replied anyway.

“You know,” Jim said, pushing the small box aside and forgetting about it.  “I’m going to miss her so much more than I ever imagined.”

“I have no doubt!” Beverly replied.

“It was strange, these last few weeks,” Jim continued.

“What wasn’t strange?” Lisa stated.

Jim smiled.  “True.  “But all last week I was supposed to have only one meal a day with her, but instead, every single day we were together for two meals.  And it happened a number of times before that.  She and I were spending more time together than usual.”

“Jim,” Beverly said.  “You were the reason she got up out of bed every morning.  You were the one thing she looked forward to each day more than anything else.”

“Even Bridge!” Lisa added.

“Jackie wanted to spend as much time with you as she could,” Beverly continued.  “She liked being with you.  Not just for the laughs.  There was certainly that, but just for…your company.  She liked you.  She liked being with you.”

“Not to mention she got a hoot out of your predicaments every single day,” Pam added.

Beverly nodded.  “She even mentioned trying to find some way to convince you to move in where her…permanently,” Beverly finished.

“So that’s why she kept calling me over?” Jim asked.

Bev nodded.  “Jim, she liked you.  She liked being with you.”

He nodded.  “And you have no idea how much I loved being with her.  You have no idea how much I’m going to miss her.”

“We know,” Beverly replied.

Before the women left, Beverly paused one more time to talk to him.  “I’ll let you know about the funeral.”

Jim nodded.  “Of course.

 

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The word filtered down to Jim a few days later.  The official cause of death was a massive stroke.  Beverly told him she’d had several minor ones six months ago, but this one had just come out of the blue.

The only strange thing Jim wore to the funeral, was the diapers under his pants.  One of his daytime diapers that wouldn’t be noticed.  Everything else, was all male.  In the last couple of days, he had braved going out shopping wearing mostly female clothes, in order to buy himself some new men’s clothes.

After the service, at the graveside ceremony, he considered what he would do with his life now.  He had moved into his house planning on it being some place where he could get away from everyone else.  Be secluded so he could “play” privately with all is favorite things.  He would still do that.  He would go back to that plan now.  He had bought the house to be a safe place for him to play…and finally die…like Jackie had just done. 

He was sure though that it would be very rare occasions when he wore anything strange outside of his home from now on.  And only if he got very brave.  From now on, the world outside of his house would only see what they were supposed to see.  A man.  A normal man.  He would dress normally outside his house from now on, with the exception of just one thing.  His diapers. 

It wasn’t that he needed them…which he had a feeling that he did now, it was something else.  Something much stronger.  Something far more important.  He would continue to wear the diapers for the rest of his life in honor of his best friend.  Jackie!

 

The End!

Too Old to be Young - Chapter 24

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 24

 

It was the irritating sound of someone talking in his ears that slowly woke him.  He grunted and pulled the annoying headphones off.  Once again he had managed to go all night with the damn headphones talking away.  If it hadn’t been for the fact that he was so used to the sound now that he could completely tune it out, he wouldn’t have gotten any sleep at all.  And there was no doubt about it now, the recordings he was listening to didn’t work.  He distinctly remembered waking up twice last night to pee.  He needed new recordings.  Better ones!

As he laid there, he assessed the situation with his diaper.  Just like it always was every morning now:  Bloated.  Bulky.  Huge.  Hot.  Soaked.  He had only peed in the thing twice last night before going to sleep, but somehow, only peeing into it twice more during the night didn’t seem to account for that much pee in his diaper.  But then he already knew the answer to that one.  He was dribbling a lot now.  So much that when he did pee, he was probably still dribbling a little each time.  He was sure that was the answer.  No big mystery there.

With a sigh he got out of bed and waddled his way to the kitchen to get his coffee maker going.  His usual routine.  With the question of his bloated diaper out of the way, his mind was free to think about the other thing that weighed so heavily on it.  He was going shopping again this morning.  He would be going out there into public, dressed…excruciatingly…like a…he didn’t know what.  A sissy?  No, somehow the word wasn’t strong enough.  But that was the general direction his thoughts were turning.

In truth, it had been a long time now since he had been able to go out his door and not worry about what everyone else thought about him.  And it seemed like week in and week out, Jackie and her demented friends only made that situation that much worse.  That’s why he was going shopping again today – to make his situation that much worse.  Because after today, he wouldn’t own any men’s pants anymore.  He’d be restricted to women’s pants and skirts only.  Female…from the waist down.  And he didn’t have a choice in the matter.  Thanks to his sick wishes, he, and they, had fixed it that way.  Stuck!

His mind still vividly pictured the raid they had done on his house last night.  After changing him at Jackie’s house, they had all come over and spent more time than necessary not only going through his closet, his hamper, and his washer and dryer, but the ladies had spent nearly half an hour looking at all the clothes he had – men’s and women’s.  They had even gone through every drawer he had and removed two pairs of short pants that he hadn’t worn in years.  Then, just before they left, Jackie had picked out one pair of pants from their stack of his pants and hung that pair on a hanger.  They were currently hanging prominently in the empty area of his closet where all his pants used to be.

He remembered something else from last night too.  Tonight, his meal of baby food would be at dinner.  But would Jackie invite him to have lunch with her too?  That seemed to be the way things had worked last week, although he didn’t know why.

When his coffee was ready, he poured some into one of his small koozie covered baby bottles and carried it into his office.  His long story was done.  Finished, but not finished.  Now it was time to read through the thing from the beginning and find out what he had.  Not to mention correcting the errors and problems along the way.  He pulled the story up, now completely put together into one document with twenty separate chapters.  He stuck his bottle nipple between his lips and began reading, sometimes tilting the bottle up a bit so he could drink, the rest of the time chewing on the nipple.  In minutes, he was mentally emersed in the story.  All thoughts of other things gone from his mind.

“Jim!” Jackie called as she walked through his front door.  Not getting an answer, she headed for his office.  “There you are!”

Jim was startled and looked up from his story.  “Jackie.  I didn’t hear you.”

“What are you doing?” she asked as she moved closer.

“Reading.”

“What?”

“The thing I wrote,” he told her. 

She noticed his empty baby bottle in his hand and took it from him.  Examining the new nipple on it told her everything she needed to know.  “Jim!  You’re chewing on these nipples again.  What did I tell you?  Where’s your pacifier?”

Exasperated, Jim got up from his chair and simply headed for his bedroom where Jackie noticed the pacifier on the night table next to his bed where she usually found it.  She picked it up and stuck it in his mouth.  Only then did she unlock his onesie so he could get a shower.  Jim was irritated that she wouldn’t be unlocking his chastity device as well.  Two weeks now with another week to go.  Or more!  Depending on nothing more than a simple roll of a single die, and so far, every single roll had been against him.  Obviously, the gods of chance didn’t like him much.

When Jim came out of the shower, since he knew they were going shopping soon, Jim wasn’t happy when Jackie put him in two of his daytime diapers instead of only one.  Somehow, the pantyhose over the diapers didn’t surprise him.  He was also surprised when she didn’t “suggest” he wear a bra.  But before he knew it, his diapers and pantyhose were locked onto him for the duration as she closed the lock on his onesie.

“Was there anything special you wanted me to wear today?” Jim asked sarcastically.

Jackie was delighted with the question.  “I’d really love for you to wear that little girl dress you have.  You really need more of them.  Or maybe one of your other dresses.  Or even a skirt outfit of some sort.”

“Then why did you leave me one pair of pants to wear last night?”

The question surprised Jackie.  “Because I didn’t think you would actually be willing to wear any of that when we go shopping today.”

“I’m not!” Jim told her pointedly. 

Jackie smiled and shrugged.  “It’s only a suggestion.  You asked what I’d like to see you wear today.  I told you.”

“Good!  Because I’m wearing pants!”

Jackie chuckled.  “For now.”  She headed for the door.  “Give me half an hour to get ready then come over.  We’ll take my car.”

Jim watched as she walked out.  All the things she had “suggested” he wear were nothing but ridiculous!  But then he realized the direction Jackie and her band of demons seemed to be going.  If things didn’t change soon, those “suggestions” might just become all he would have to wear.  He didn’t want to think any more about that.  He might wind up humping his bed uselessly…again.

 

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Jim was very aware that he was wearing pants.  Men’s pants!  He was also very aware that it was supposed to be for the last time.  That fact alone was blowing his mind.  They were going shopping just so he could buy himself more pants.  But they would have to be women’s pants.  Not only that, they were shopping so he could buy himself at least two skirts or dresses.  No, he couldn’t picture himself buying a dress in a store.  That’s what the internet was for.  He also couldn’t picture buying himself a skirt either.  For that matter, was her really going to go into an actual store and buy three pairs of women’s pants?  Damn his chastity device was hurting more than usual today.

Getting out of the car outside the department store was easier than he expected it to be.  Before he knew it, he was out of the car, carrying his purse and wearing his black heels where everyone would notice them.  He had a feeling the red nail polish he was wearing would be pretty easy to spot as well.  He had one hand carrying his purse, but he stuck the other one in his pocket.

The store didn’t seem to be busy at all.  Wednesday morning must be a good time to shop…for him.  He was relieved at the relatively few customers he saw.  Following Jackie around through the women’s department, looking at so many racks of women’s pants, he was very aware of the browsing she was doing…and even more aware of how much his chastity device was hurting. 

“Jim,” Jackie said.  “This is a good store to buy clothes in.  Why aren’t you looking?”

“Uh…I thought you were doing that?”

“I am.  For me.  And maybe you.  But you need to pick out some new pants to wear.  Not to mention some skirts or dresses.  Oh!” she suddenly said.  “Did you want to start with them?  I should have asked.”

“No!  No.  It’s quite alright.  This is…good.”  Actually, it was anything but good!

“Then start looking.  Pick something out so you can try it on.”

“Try it on?”

“Yes.  Of course.  You’ve got to see if it fits.  Oh, and no jeans!  I want you to have nice slacks.”

Nice slacks.  But Jim was having a harder time with the concept of now having to try everything on before he bought it.  Having little choice, he started noticing more about the pants he was walking past.  Some were shorter than others.  Some seemed to have wide legs.  Others were nothing but stretch material.  So many different styles, patterns, and designs.  And that didn’t even count the styles that were obviously made to accommodate larger hips than others.  Where should he start?  That answer came quickly.  With the basics.  Something as close as he could get to what men’s pants looked like. 

With a direction in mind, he began searching more actively.  So many styles, it was like getting lost is a forest.  He tried to find some that looked exactly like men’s pants, but with seemingly a thousand styles around him, he couldn’t find any.  Except some of the jeans, and Jackie had already flat out told him, no jeans!  Darn!  But even the jeans he saw didn’t really look very masculine.  But why should they?  All the pants around him were made for women.

Nice slacks!  Nice pants!  Huh!  For a woman maybe.  For him even nice pants would be an embarrassment.  He finally pulled a pair of black pants from a rack for a closer look.  No fly.  No zipper.  No pockets.

“Oh, they’re real nice,” Jackie noted as she came over for a closer look.  And they even have pockets.”

Jim looked closer.  “They do?  Where?”

“Here,” Jackie said as she inserted her finger into an almost hidden slit just below the waist band.  Jim stuck his fingers in it, but they didn’t go in very far.  “The pockets are so small they’re useless!” he declared.

“So what?  You can’t use them anyway.

With a frustrated sigh, he draped them over his arm to…try on.  Later!

“Black is a good color to have in your closet.  Now find some in some other colors or patterns.”

She was making things worse.  What was wrong with having three pairs of black pants?  Fifteen minutes later, he carried a pile of pants into the ladies’ dressing room.  Fortunately, there were no store attendants anywhere around.  Also fortunately, thanks to all the internet purchases of clothes he had already made, most of the pants he had chosen fit fairly well. 

In the end, he kept that pair of black pants that were a stretchy material instead of needing a belt…or a zipper…or anything else to hold them up.  Jackie also talked him into the maroon pair that had wider legs and did have a zipper in front, but no belt loops of course.  And finally, a pair in a houndstooth check pattern that Jackie liked…but he didn’t.  That pair also had no zipper, or belt loops, or pockets…or anything else.

“Can we go now?” Jim asked, ready to pay for the pants and get out of there.

“Not until you get some skirts…or dresses…or both,” Jackie told him firmly. 

He had been afraid she wasn’t going to forget about that little part.

As hard as Jackie pushed him to buy at least one dress, Jim held his ground…somehow.  When he finally set his purchases down on the checkout counter, along with his purse, he had added a black and white check pattern skirt that was straight and fairly tight all the way down to his knees, and a flowing patterned skirt that was lightweight and came down just below his knees.  The woman at the checkout counter looked at his purse, she looked at his red nails, and Jim could see she was thinking things about him that were anything but nice.  It’s a good thing she couldn’t see the diapers he was wearing under his pants.

It was a relief for Jim to get back into Jackie’s car.  It was a bigger relief to get back to her driveway.  It wasn’t a relief to hear what she said before they got out of her car.

“Go home, change out of those pants, put on whatever you want, then come back here and bring me those pants you’re wearing now.  I’ll start getting lunch ready.”

“Whatever I want to wear?” Jim asked.

“Yes, except those men’s pants of course.”  She smiled.  “I’d really like to see you in one of those skirts, but I’ll leave that choice up to you.”

With a sigh, Jim got out of the car and carried his bags back to his house.  As he took his men’s pants off he was very aware that he had worn them, quite possibly, for the last time.”  He looked at the pants and skirts that were now jumbled in a pile on his bed.  He tried each of the pants on again.  The problem he noticed with the stretch pants was that they seemed to compress everything around his diaper a lot more than he was used to, making him more aware than ever that he was wearing a diaper.  Would his diapers be more noticeable under them?  That was a big worry.  The problem he noticed about wearing the skirts, especially the loose flowing one, was that he couldn’t feel any kind of pressure at all around his diaper.  It was more like wearing almost nothing over it. 

Feeling brave…much braver than he should have, he wore the loose flowing pattered skirt back of to Jackie’s house.  Unfortunately, as soon as he got to the door, Jackie took his last pair of men’s pants from him, then sent him home again…to come back with his pacifier in his mouth.  Darn, the lady could be infuriating!

Lunch wearing the loose skirt was strange.  As many times as he had worn a skirt before, this one seemed to make him more aware than ever of what he was wearing.  When he went home after lunch, he kept the skirt on as he sat down to continue reading through his story.  When Jackie came later that afternoon, he put it on again after she changed him into just one single daytime diaper.  And he was still wearing it for his dinner of nothing but baby food later that evening.  All day he wore that skirt, right up until she came back from her Community Center Bridge game and changed his diaper just before bed. 

As usual, he laid down to sleep with the headphones on his ears listening to the hypnotic recordings to help him wet the bed at night (that didn’t work), and with a pacifier in his mouth.  Ten minutes later, as usual, the pacifier had to go, but he kept the headphones and the recording playing. 

His final thought before he fell asleep were that he no longer had any men’s pants to wear at all.  Only women’s clothes from the waist down.  Like it.  Or not!