Gramps - Chapter 9

 

Gramps

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 9

 

Um…did I happen to mention going grocery shopping earlier?  Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did.  So it should come as no surprise to any of you that the next day, Sunday, Kimmie dragged me out of the house again.  And trust me, once again it was against my will.  In fact, more against my will than ever.

Let’s see.  How the heck can I describe this?  I guess just the usual.  Start from the beginning.  By which I mean what she put me in from the time I got out of the shower Sunday morning.  Hey, it should come as no surprise to any of you that she put a diaper and plenty of baby powder on me.  I mean, that should be a given by now, right?  I shouldn’t even have to mention it.  But after that, she only stuck the high heels on my feet and threw that sweatshirt of hers at me to wear again.  And that’s it…for a while.  Trust me.  I felt grateful for just that much.  Although I would have much rather not been wearing the diapers.  She still wasn’t giving in on that issue at all, no matter how much I complained.  Which I did, as usual, and as usual she stuck that damn pacifier back in my mouth.  Why had I bought those stupid things?  I certainly couldn’t say anything at all with one of them in my mouth.  But I’m guessing that was the whole point of them to Kimmie.  Yeah, yeah.  They were babyish and that seemed to make her happy too.

But of course, that was just my outfit for while I was in the house so there would be nothing at all to cover up the diaper that I was sick and tired of wearing, but had no choice in the issue. 

But it was Sunday, and we often did our grocery shopping for the week on Sundays.  And I already knew from the day before that Kimmie was planning on doing it again.  Although I’m not sure if she was more interested in groceries or in showing me off to her students.  I guess both.  In fact, I’d bet it was both.  Especially knowing her.

So a little while after breakfast, Kimmie dragged me from the living room back into my bedroom.  “Right,” she said once she got me there.  She looked me over, then grabbed the sweatshirt I was wearing and pulled it off my body.  The stupid heels I was wearing went next.  Then Kimmie grabbed something from my dresser where I now noticed a pile of clothes I hadn’t seen before.  Obviously hers.  Or rather hers…meant for me to wear.  Whatever it was that she had grabbed, was pink.  Surprise!

“This isn’t exactly the style I had in mind for you, especially today,” she said.  “But it fits me nice and loose, so it should fit you with no problem at all.”

I could see now that it was a pink blouse.  I could also see that the sleeves were long…uh…longish.  I doubted they would cover my entire arms.  Not only that, but the material appeared to be very thin.  The arms and the bottom four or five inches of the blouse were decorated with a wide band of some kind of lacy looking effect that was more holes than material.  I sure hoped I’d be wearing a jacket over top of that thing, or I was going to freeze.  In fact, I needed the jacket just to keep the damn thing covered up.

“This really needs a bra under it,” she told me as she buttoned up the few buttons on the front of it.  “But I decided that a bra would send the wrong message for what I want you to be today.”

What she wanted me to be?  I wanted to ask what that was, but my mouth was still plugged.

“We need to get you a few bras anyway,” she said.  “Just for those times when you should be wearing one.”

I shuddered at the thought.  And trust me, I had no intention of ever reminding her about that idea.  I didn’t have any bras just then, and I figured things would be best if it stayed that way.

Alright, let’s see…the pink blouse.  Yeah.  Once she had it buttoned up, she went back to my dresser and pulled out my white tights.  Hey, at least I was familiar with those.  I also liked them, but I’d never tell her that.  Heaven only knows what that might lead to.  Nothing good, that’s for sure.

She sat me on the bed and pulled them up my legs, then had me stand again while she pulled the tights up to my waist.  After that, she went back to the pile of things on the dresser.  I was so afraid she was going to grab some kind of skirt.  I was very relieved when I realized she was holding a pair of pants.  Since they were folded, I couldn’t tell much about them…except they were some kind of red checked pattern.  Not exactly manly.  As if anything I’d be wearing was manly in the least.

In the past, I had always worn all my own regular clothes over top of my diaper.  Why couldn’t I do that today?  But no, Kimmie seemed to have other ideas on her mind.  As I mentioned earlier, I was guessing it had something to do with a bunch of kids she expected to see, that I hoped wouldn’t be there.

As she came back to me, she let the pants drop open and I had a bit of a better chance to see them.  The first thing I noticed beyond the red check pattern was that they were shorter than they should be.  They certainly weren’t shorts, but I knew they wouldn’t come down anywhere near my ankles.  As she held them for me to step into, I also realized they didn’t have any kind of fly or zipper on them.  Just an elastic waist.  I stepped into them and let her pull them all the way up, because I had no doubt that if I didn’t, Kimmie just might drag me out the door wearing nothing over top of my diaper at all.  Yeah, I was surprised she wasn’t trying that one since she had been keeping my diaper uncovered all week already.  The pants were tight on my legs as she pulled them up.  I finally realized they were made of some kind of stretchy material, so they fit everything skintight, including my diaper that they now covered.  I could only wonder how visible that diaper was under those checkered pants.  Would the checked pattern hide the diaper outline and bulges?  I could only hope.

She sat me down on the bed and grabbed my little girl shoes that I secretly liked so much.  I just didn’t like wearing them out of the house.  Unfortunately, they were soon buckled on my feet.  She stood back to have a good look at me.  “I think we’re getting there,” she told me.

I wondered what that was supposed to mean.  Getting where? 

I thought she was done with me, but she wasn’t.  She dragged me into my bathroom where she grabbed my comb and started combing my hair.  It took me no time to realize she was running that comb through my hair in directions I never did.

“I’ll say one thing for you Gramps,” she said.  “You’ve always had a nice head of hair.  Real thick.”

Yeah.  I wasn’t like a lot of guys who lost their hair and went varying degrees of bald.  At my age I still had all my hair.  It was just starting to turn grey now, something that Ruthie liked a lot.  I could have cared less about the grey, except that she had liked it.

Kimmie put the comb down and started grabbing my hair with her hands and pulling it up.  She used both hands to smooth and pull my hair so that she was grabbing as much of it as possible, then I felt her doing something up there near the top back of my head, but I couldn’t tell what.  When she pulled her hands away, my hair stayed in the pulled-up configuration she had put it in.  I reached up and felt what she had done.  There was something now wrapped around that stack of hair she had created.  I was guessing it was some kind of elastic band.  More likely, an elastic hairband.

I pulled my pacifier.  “What’s that for?” I asked.

“Hush!” she told me.  Then she grabbed my hand with the pacifier and shoved the thing back into my mouth.  I was guessing so I wouldn’t ask any more stupid questions.  Then she led me back out into my bedroom.

She went back to my dresser and came back with a long length of pink ribbon.  I held my hands up in front of me for her to stop.  “Uh…ah…ih…  Damn.  The stupid plug in my mouth.

“Hush!” she said again.  “Babies don’t get to ask about what they’re wearing, they just wear it…and love it.  So love it, and don’t even think about giving me any trouble.  Now turn around.”  She reached out, grabbed my arms, and physically turned me around so that she was standing behind me.

Love it?  Don’t give her any trouble?  I wondered what would happen if I did.  Something in the back of my brain seemed to remember her mentioning something about punishing me a few days ago, but that was the last I ever heard about that.  Trust me, it was a subject I was determined to not bring up.  She was already a force to be reckoned with.

It took her a few minutes to tie that ribbon onto my hair.  Most of the time I could feel her fussing with it, doing…I don’t know what.  I was glad I couldn’t see the thing back there behind my head…while at the same time, part of me longed to see it.

When she was finally done, she stood back to look at me again.  She had me slowly turn all the way around.  “I think we’re good,” she decided.  “Stay there a minute.”  She went over to my dresser and grabbed her cellphone.  Then she took several pictures of me, including a few from behind.  “All done,” she said.

What did she need the pictures for?  She had me to look at…live!

“Tell you what,” she said.  “If you behave and do what you’re told without fussing about anything, you can wear your jacket, even in the store.  But don’t be surprised if I ask you to take it off for a while.  But like I said, you’ll have to be good.  Got that?”

I got it.  I tried to voice that, but the damn pacifier had other ideas.  I nodded my head and wiped the drool that was threatening to start running down my chin.  I tried to look at myself in the mirror over my dresser, but all I could see was…stupid!  Very, very stupid.  I could see bits of pink behind my head, but since it was behind my head, I couldn’t really see that bow that she had tied in my hair.  I felt funnier about that than all the rest put together.  Although trust me, the entire outfit I was wearing had my stomach in knots.  I had to wonder if wearing my jacket over top of the blouse would be any kind of help at all.  Probably some, I figured, but not much at all.  And then there was the fact that my diaper was already a little wet, and would probably be even wetter before long.  Like it or not, I’d literally be waddling around that store.  Oh joy!

As we walked through the living room, Kimmie stopped and pointed at the floor.  “Sit!” she ordered.

“What?” I tried to say, which you already know didn’t work because of that pacifier between my lips.

“Sit!” she said again.  “On the floor.  Like a baby.  And wait.”

I started to ask for what, but again, the pacifier.

When I didn’t move, she said very sternly.  “Damn it Gramps.  Sit down on the floor!”

Ugh!  I worked my way down to a place that wasn’t the best for someone my age.  I already knew that getting up was going to be difficult.

Kimmie came back a few minutes later with another baby bottle for me.  I wanted to scream!  No!  No!  No!  I didn’t even try to say anything though with that stupid pacifier in my mouth.  Kimmie pulled my paci plug and handed me the bottle.  “Drink.  All of it,” she ordered.

Hating every second of it, I stuck the bottle in my mouth and started drinking.  More of her sports drink.  At least it tasted good.  It hit me then.  She was putting more liquid in my system in hopes that I’d wet myself at the grocery store.  In fact, she was probably hoping I’d wet myself more than once while we were there.  And I was already wet!

Damn the woman!  Have I said that before?  Well, I meant it!

Eventually my bottle was empty.  My mouth certainly wasn’t empty for long though since she immediately shoved that pacifier back into it.  Then she helped me get back to my feet.  I put my jacket on, and we headed into the garage to get into the car…and I stopped dead, right there in the garage.

“Gramps,” she said.  “What are you doing?  Get in the car.”

I pulled the plug from my mouth.  “No!  Kimmie, I can’t go out like this.  It’s stupid.”

“Yes,” she giggled, “it is.”

“That’s the point.  I can’t go out like this.”

She huffed angrily.  Then she came over to me, grabbed my hand, and yanked…hard.  I had no choice but to follow or fall on my face.  She dragged me to her car, opened the door and pushed me inside.  “And put that paci back in your mouth and keep it there,” she threatened.

Two minutes later, we were leaving the driveway behind, heading to the grocery store.  Um…would you believe that I wasn’t exactly happy about things?  Well, I wasn’t.

Instead of taking the usual fifteen minutes to get there, it seemed more like two.  Before I knew it, she was turning into the parking lot and pulling into one of the parking places.  She stopped the car, turned it off, and turned to me.  The tone of her voice wasn’t just firm, it was threatening.  “You’re a baby!  That’s how I’m looking at you.  That’s how I’m considering you.  A baby!  And if you have any questions about that, just remember which one of us is wearing the baby diapers, not to mention the one who’s dressed like a child!  If any of the students show up today, like I suspect there may be, don’t worry about it.  Act your age!  Two!  As far as I’m concerned, as far as they’re concerned, you’re a two-year-old and nothing else.  Remember that.  The reason I expect that some of them may show up is that aside from them asking if I was going shopping today, you’re like a new toy for them to play with, except they can’t touch you.  At least, I’ll try not to let them.  I can’t guarantee that.  It’s fine if they talk about you and ask me questions.  I’ll even show them your diaper again, but if they ask you anything, as long as you keep that pacifier in your mouth you can’t answer.  Hear me?  They can look but they can’t touch.  I hope.  That’s what I want anyway.  So think of yourself as the baby that you want to be.  Enjoy yourself.”

Enjoy myself?  She had to be kidding!

“Now let’s go,” she added before opening her car door.  “And don’t even think about not getting out of the car.  “Come on…baby!”

Ugh!  Slowly, I opened the car door.  And slowly I allowed my body to slink out of the car.  I got as far as the back end of the car when I heard, “Miss Kim!  Miss Kim!”  Yes, I already wanted to die, but I wanted to do that since before we left home.

Two girls ran up to us right there in the parking lot.  Only one of which I recognized.  “You came!” one of them proclaimed.  The other one was too busy staring at me like I was a monster from Mars.  A monster would have looked more sensible than I did, I’m sure.

“We’ve got to get groceries,” Kimmie explained to them.

The girl who I recognized looked me over as we all started walking toward the store.  “I love, love, love his bow.  And his outfit is real…um…interesting.”

“Thank you Loraine,” Kimmie told her.

Loraine.  The name seemed to trigger a memory from last week.  I wondered where the other one was.

Once we got inside, Kimmie grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it to an out of the way area nearby.  Then she turned to me.  She grabbed my jacket and started unzipping it, like an adult undressing a child.  Very softly she said, “You lost your right to wear this when you made a fuss in the garage earlier.  Now behave!”  With that, she removed my jacket and threw it in the shopping cart.  I heard both girls giggling as they looked me over more intently than before. 

“Miss Kim!”

We looked up and there she was.  The other girl from last week.  And she had two other girls with her.  In moments, Kimmie and I had managed to become a crowd. 

“He’s adorable!” the other girl from last week declared.  “I love him.”

She loved me?  I don’t think she meant that in any kind of good way.

“Thank you Judy,” Kimmie told her.  Then she grabbed the shopping cart.  “Excuse us girls, we do have to shop.”  With that, she pushed the cart instead of me and made a path through the girls.  I stayed as close to Kimmie as I could get, and all five of those girls seemed to stay even closer to me.

I felt a very slight tugging at my head and realized one of them had pulled a bit on the bow in my hair.  “God,” one of them said from right behind me.  “The bow just makes his look.”

“Wait till you see his diapers,” Loraine told her.

“As if it isn’t obvious already that he’s wearing them,” Judy added with a laugh.

“Is he wet yet, Miss Kim?” Loraine asked.

Kimmie seemed a bit put off, but she stopped the cart right where we were.  “I guess we can check.”

“Can I check?  Please?” Judy asked.

“No.  I’m sorry, but nobody touches him but me,” Kimmie told her.  “Got that girls?  He’s not a plaything for any of you.  You can look, but you can’t touch.”  The girls all seemed to look very disappointed.  I wasn’t!  Right there and then, Kimmie grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to her.  She pulled those red checked pants down, then pulled the white tights down, exposing my diaper.  Kimmie didn’t even touch the diaper.  “Wet!” she declared.

“Are you going to change him?” one of the girls asked.

“No,” Kimmie told her.  “That diaper he’s wearing can handle a lot.  He’ll be fine till we get home, no matter how much he wets himself.”  She looked directly at me.  “And he knows he better wet himself again before we get out of here.”

I got the point.  The truth was though, I was lucky I hadn’t wet myself already just from fright.

My pants and tights got pulled back up.  “You push the cart,” Kimmie told me.  Trust me, I was more than glad to do that.  I wiped the drool that threatened to escape down my chin, and started pushing.  Aaannd…all those girls started following.

“He’s dressed like a little kid,” I heard one girl say.

“A little sissy is more like it,” another one replied.

“Definitely!” two other girls agreed at the same time.

Twenty minutes later, Kimmie again pulled down my pants and tights, exposing my diaper.  I panicked a bit because I knew I had better be wetter than the last time or there could be trouble.  Which meant that wetting myself right away was my only option.  Trust me, in that situation, and after that last baby bottle she gave me before we left home, I had no trouble peeing.

Staring at my diaper, Kimmie didn’t look happy, but her hand went to the front of it anyway.  And stayed there!  “Hmm!” she grunted.

“What is it?” Judy asked.

“He’s peeing right now,” Kimmie told her.

That set all the girls to laughing.  I wanted to die.  And now that the pee was coming out of me, I couldn’t stop it.  And trust me, after everything, I could tell I was peeing a lot.  Kimmie just stood there with her hand on the front of my diaper.  After a while, and after I finally stopped peeing, her hand moved all around, including squeezing the bottom of my diaper between my legs, which trust me, was a lot fatter than it was before.  In fact, it sagged a bit now.  Kimmie just pulled up my tights, then my pants and turned to keep walking along the aisle, grabbing things to throw into the cart.  I grabbed the cart handle and started pushing again. 

When we got to the aisle with all the makeup and stuff like it, Kimmie stopped before a rack full of pantyhose.  She seemed to look over everything for a while.

“Are they for you or him?” one of the girls asked her.

Kimmie didn’t even turn to look at her.  “Him,” she replied before her hand reached out and grabbed two packages from the rack.  She moved a bit further and plucked a different package.  What was in it was white.  They all went into the cart.  Of course, everything we were buying got eyed and inspected by all five of the girls who were far more curious about things than I was happy with.

“White tights,” one of them proclaimed, looking at the package.

“I guess like he’s wearing now,” another of them added.

Ugh!

In the baby aisle, Kimmie looked briefly at all the baby food, then moved on.

“No baby food?” Loraine asked.

“Nope,” Kimmie told her.  “Not today.”

“Aw,” Judy said disappointedly.  “Why not?”

“Not today,” Kimmie told her.

Thank you Kimmie, was all I could think.  And then I saw Kimmie looking at the baby bottles.  Two of them wound up in our shopping cart before we could move on again.

We finished our shopping with all five girls still in tow.  Then we went through the checkout lane while the girls waited for us.  I was handed my jacket to put on again once the cart was empty.  The girls all followed us back to Kimmie’s car and even loaded everything into the trunk for us.  Kimmie opened my car door and let me get inside, away from the girls and the public eye.  Well, relatively.  Kimmie said goodbye to all the girls, then got into the car and we drove home.

Yeah.  Now that I look back on it all again, there was nothing interesting that happened on that trip at all.  Nothing even worth remembering.  Sorry I brought it up.

I can tell you that Kimmie still refused to change my diaper until two in the afternoon.  Oh, and I was still wearing every bit of that, including the bow in my hair, when we went for our evening walk around the backyard.

Just another boring day.  Sorry I mentioned it.