Re: A Naughty Christmas
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The flight attendants smiled awkwardly, eyes flicking to Emma Jean and Sonja, but focusing on the teenaged girl with her puffy diaper on display. Reila’s face flushed; she dropped her gaze, yanking her sweater down, stretching the knit material out. No matter how she squirmed and tugged, the shape of the huge diaper remained on display, the bulky white crotch peeking out.
Sonja stared, the depressed part of her wishing she could be surprised. But after an arrest for shoplifting, going down to bail Reila out, seeing her in handcuffs, watching her in court……numerous occasions of wet pants, calls from the school….that huge diaper was almost a positive image. No way her daughter could leak in that. She found herself more in awe of Emma Jean. So calm, composed and steady, able to deal with anything Reila dished out and counter it. Emma Jean got the wayward girl to listen to her. What magic was this?
Emma Jean beamed. “Good baby! Now, let your mommy check your diapee! Good girl putting your diapee on all by yourself! Just like a good, big girl! But it needs fixed a little. You don’t want to go pee-pees on anyone else, do you?”
“Fuck you!” Reila snarled, stamping one bare foot in humiliated anger. Her thick diaper crinkled audibly. Her head snapped up, blazing eyes locking with Emma Jean’s in challenge.
Sonja winced at the rage bubbling in her daughter’s gaze. “Reila!” She scolded.
Emma Jean laid a placating hand on Sonja’s forearm. “She can’t help herself. It’s mental- they just don’t have the self control of a neurotypical person. You really, really should consider getting her diagnosed, dearie.”
The flight attendants looked bewildered and frightened at the idea of an out of control, mentally ill passenger. They inched away at the hostility radiating off of Reila. “P-perhaps I should t-talk to the c-captain…” One hedged.
“A moment, please, dearie? I know it’s unnerving, but I deal with this everyday with my own daughter. She’s severely disabled, you know. Special needs and mental illness can be very scary if you’re not used to it.”
The flight attendant hesitated then nodded warily. Emma Jean beamed at her.
Sonja tried pleading. She needed to diffuse this situation before they got kicked off the flight. She could not afford another ticket, let alone two, and more importantly, Great Grandmother Uschi would be displeased. “Reila. Please cooperate. You’re making things much more difficult. This nice lady is even offering you a change of clothes.” Perhaps pleading would succeed where sternness failed.
“Maybe she doesn’t want to wear pants?” Emma Jean looked at Reila thoughtfully. She tapped one polished nail off her chin. “My Rachie loves to crawl around in just her diapees. Or maybe she’s constipated. Rachie gets super cranky when she’s all backed up. Sonja dear, when’s the last time little Riley made poopies?”
“W-what?” Sonja’s eyebrows rose at the unexpected question. Emma Jean was a very strange woman; she talked down to Reila like she was a child. Or mentally ill. Could that be? Maybe…Reila did have problems? But then, wouldn’t a school counselor or psychiatrist have caught it by now if she was? This whole situation was absurd, and Sonja just did not know how to get this circus under control. She really was not cut out to be a mother….maybe there was something to Emma Jean’s method. She seemed to be handling Reila much better than Sonja.
“A bowel movement, dearie. When’s the last time Riley pooped?” Emma Jean clarified.
“Um….back at the airport? She told me she did…but that was when she took her diaper off.” Sonja shot an accusing look at her grown child.
It was too much for Reila. Emma Jean’s deranged threats had cowed and scared her. Now her temper reared its ugly head at the mention of her bowel movements in front of strangers. People just needed to mind their own business, and leave her the hell alone. She was not the one causing problems, they were. “PULL-UPS! THEY’RE PULL-UPS AND I’M NOT RETARDED!”
The flight attendants flinched at her thundering, looking ready to bolt and call an emergency landing.
"Of course not, sweetie. That’s such a nasty word. You’re a very special little girl, just like my Rachie. Now, sweetie, you need to calm down. Just let mommy check your diaper and you can go sit quietly in your seat. Or you can go to the hospital and let the doctors calm you down with some nice medicines. "
Emma Jean looked at the attendants, who appeared even more nervous. “Riley, everyone’s very worried. Maybe you do need a doctor.”
“NO!” Reila blurted, panicking once more. This situation just kept getting worse with each passing moment. She’d stop fighting if people just stopped humiliating her.
“Riley, this is your last chance. You will be a good girl? Let your mommy fix your diapee? Then you can go sit down and we can forget all about this little incident.” Emma Jean cooed.
“No.” Reila’s anger died from a defiant boil to a steaming simmer. She growled deep in her throat, still defiant but terrified of being admitted to a psychiatric hospital. Getting arrested had been scary enough. As a criminal, she’d still had rights, had still been thought sound of mind. Who would listen to her if they believed she was crazy, out of her mind? No one.
“No, what? No doctor? No, you will not be a good girl?” Emma Jean’s voice took on a sterner yet still syrupy tone.
“Reila, please. Everyone can see your diaper. Just…just let me …fix…it and you can get dressed and it will all be over.” Sonja pleaded again.
“Maybe I really should call the captain, she’s not calming down. We have the safety of the other passengers to think about…” One of the flight attendants piped up.