Bad Dream By: Long_Rifle
I’m a fan of the term “Shit Happens”. Because it does. To the old and young, and especially to those that don’t deserve it. Here’s a little ditty where, for one young lady and her friend shit happens. Copiously. There’s no reason given. It could be revenge, mad scientist, or even space herpes! The person being affected doesn’t know why either.
Contains female mental regression, and a female to inanimate TF. This is a very interesting story. One of my longest to date. Again, no happy ending!
“Wake up sleepy head. It’s already morning.” A motherly voice said.
“Ugh… Mom let me sleep in today. It’s not like I have anything to do.”
The woman gently pulled the blankets off her daughter in one quick motion, “No, it’s time for you to get up Connie. I don’t want you to get rashy.”
Without opening her eyes Connie reached down for the covers and tried to go back to sleep. “I’m not going to get a rash from sleeping to long, now come back in an hour or two.”
Her mother finally sighed, “Fine, if you want to stay in that wet diaper till you itch that’s fine with me. You can change it yourself.”
Connie was already half asleep, “Yeah… Whatever.” She absently thought about what her mother had just said as she scratched at her belly. Her hand slipped underneath the band of her panties as she kept scratching. It went lower and she felt that she was slick and sweaty. “Dam, it’s like a swamp down there.” she thought as she pulled her hand free and wiped it on the side of her bed, telling herself she needed to change her sheets later anyways.
She started to slip deeper into sleep. Connie yawned a deep full body yawn and curled up on her side with her hands tucked under her small pillow. She opened her eyes when she thought she smelled piss.
Immediately she thought of their dog. She figured it had peed in the hallway again. But she had never smelt it so strong. Then she remembered that the dog had went with her father to live in Nebraska. Suddenly it dawned on her what the problem was. “I didn’t!” She thought to herself. She rolled over onto her back and slowly slid her hands down to her crotch expecting to find wet panties, instead she felt dry plastic.
Connie shot up in bed and threw the blankets off. She looked down in shock to see that instead of a wet bed, she was wearing a wet diaper. “No fucking way!” she said in shock, “I’m not wearing a dam diaper!”
She stood and roughly grabbed the tapes on the thick diaper, with a yank they ripped free and she let the wet mess drop to her floor. Connie backed away from it and ran into her bathroom. Normally she liked showers in the morning, this time she barely felt the warmth as the water streamed over her skin. Numbly she scrubbed her body as the image of the white diaper between her legs flashed through her mind.
The mirror had barely steamed over when she turned off the water and stepped out. She sat on the toilet and let nature call. She felt oddly proud when she heard the splash of her stream hitting the bowl. “It was a dream, it had to be. I would remember wearing a diaper to bed.”, she said into her hands as she finished. The idea that it was all a dream made her feel better. She stood and brushed her teeth. The idea of wetting the bed, and wearing diapers faded quickly from her mind as the minty flavor filled her mouth.
“I can hear you up there Connie!” her mother yelled, “Come down for breakfast okay?”
Connie spit and rinsed her mouth, “Sure thing mom.” She smiled coyly into the mirror and waved at herself. “Let’s go eat big girl.” She walked into her room and straight to her dresser. She chose a simple white shirt and dropped it on, then grabbed shorts and turned while stepping into them. As she pulled them into place she saw the diaper bunched up on her floor.
She was still staring at it when her mother called her to come down again.
She found her voice, “Ummm, okay….”, she barely got out. She started to go down to the kitchen but couldn’t peal her eyes off the diaper. Connie didn’t want to touch it, but she didn’t want her mother to see it either. Using the tips of her fingers she gingerly picked it up and dropped it into the trash next to her computer.
Then she sprinted downstairs, ready to forget what she had woken up to. And hoping it was some kind of odd joke. She sat down to a bowl of cold oatmeal. “Gez, mom. What was the hurry?”
Her mother was already sitting, and nursing a cup of coffee. “If you had come earlier it would have been hot, and you could have eaten the fresh toast before I did.”
Connie laughed as she thought about her mother eating the toast. “I guess it’s okay then. I won’t kill you this time.”
“I’m relieved. Ready for the day now? I’d think you’d want to wear a little more then that, there’s not much there to prevent any unfortunate accidents.”
Connie nearly choked. “Accidents?”
“Yeah, that shirt doesn’t leave much to be imagined, and if those shorts ride up… Well you get my drift right?”
Relief flooded Connie, she knew her mother had said something about wearing a diaper
when she woke up, but she was hoping that had been a weird coincidence. The idea that her Mother could know she had been wearing a diaper filled her with humiliation.
Her mother stood and walked to the sink, then she started rinsing out her coffee cup.
“I’m going shopping this morning, is there anything you need?”
Connie crossed her legs under the table. She couldn’t really think of anything. “No, just the usual I guess.” Then she blurted out what she had been wondering since she realized this wasn’t just a dream. “Er…… Mom? About this morning?”
"Well…. " Then she chickened out. “Well, nothing seemed out of the ordinary did it?”
Her mother smiled, “Nope not at all. Just another morning trying to get you up.”
Connie breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, thanks. Have fun shopping.”
Connie sat at the table till she was sure her mother was gone then went back to her room. As she closed the door she thought she could smell pee. “Probably just the diaper.” She said. She was going to take her trash out before her mother got home anyway. She sat down at her computer and looked down into the trash. The diaper was still sitting there on top. And it still looked just as wet. Connie looked over her shoulder just to make sure there was no one else in her room watching her and slowly leaned over and picked up the mass of white plastic.
She carefully set it down on her computer desk and made sure none of the wet parts were leaking. Then she straightened it up to take a closer look at it. Connie could feel her face blush as she looked, she couldn’t believe how babyish it appeared. She had seen adult style diapers and what she had in front of her looked nothing like them. It was as if Pampers had come out with regular baby diapers and just made then several times larger then normal.
“Where did you come from?” She wondered out loud. “I doubt my mother would do something like this to me, and there’s no way I put this on last night. I didn’t even go out anywhere to get drugged….”
Connie stared down at the yellowed padding in the center, “I just can’t believe I did that.” she said in disbelief. She grabbed one of the elastic leg gatherers and gave it a pull. It snapped back in place with a muffled crinkle. Then she folded the front over so she could take a look at the outside.
The large tape band across the front proclaimed this to be a Luvs size 6t. Little hearts and pink bears dotted the rest of the tape, and several even ran down the center of the diaper all the way back to the rear of the diaper. The lowest of which had blurred and faded after her accident.
She rubbed the plastic covering, and wondered how Luvs managed to make plastic that was fluffy like fabric. Then she did what she had done during countless babysitting jobs. She grabbed the diaper and rolled it up into itself, then she used the much larger than normal Velcro tapes to keep it closed. When she was done she tossed the now smaller looking diaper up and down in her right hand a few times.
“Time to take out the garbage I guess.” Then she dropped the diaper ball into her trash and pulled the bag out. Thankfully for her there had already been a good deal of garbage already. She opened her window and peered down to make sure their garbage can was in the right position. Then with skill gained from years of practice she dropped the bag right into the outside can. Connie left the window open to help air out the smell, then decided she really did want to change her sheets. She peeled off her blankets and then pulled her top sheet off the bed. She wadded it up and turned back to the bed. She was about to pull off the bottom fitted sheet when she saw what looked like a discolored spot close to the center.
“Oh fuck…” She leaned over and touched it. It felt slightly damp. She put her face over it and took a sniff. “Dam, the stupid diaper leaked…” For some reason part of the Luvs commercial popped into her head. “No leaks guaranty my ass.” Then she suddenly thought about her mattress, Connie hoped she hadn’t stained it. With a simple pull the fitted sheet came free and she could see the under pad. Since it was white it was much easier to see where she had leaked. It was a six inch oval of yellow. “Dam, there’s no way that didn’t go through.” But when she pulled the pad free there wasn’t a mark on her mattress. She was surprised, but very relieved. Connie gathered up the bedding and walked to the washroom. She stuffed the whole wad in the washing machine and got ready to pure in some color safe bleach. But she stopped herself, “Woah, I better make sure this is safe to use.” The first tag she found was to faded to read, but the one on the fitted sheet was fine. And it stated color safe bleach was okay. Then out of habit she checked the padding label.
She started reading it out loud, “This pad is made from waterproof material, and should be washed on gentle cycle with color safe detergents. Well, I guess that means it’s fine.” She poured in the detergent and closed the lid. She was halfway back to her room when she thought back to what she had read, “waterproof material”. The phrase seemed to stick in her head. She was at the hallway closet pulling more bedding out when she managed to figure out why. “Shit, she had a waterproof pad on my bed…” She tried to reason that it was normal. She grabbed one of her mother’s pads for her queen size bed and checked it. But it said nothing about being water proof. She then checked the tag on her clean pad, and saw that it too was waterproof. “Oh dam….” she thought, “I’ve been sleeping on rubber sheets!” Then her face burned as the image of the diaper came back. She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I guess I’ll just leave it alone for right now.”
With the new bedding she went back to her room and started to put it on. Connie made sure her blankets weren’t stained as finished making her bed. When she was done she sat down and turned her computer on. As it booted up she looked around her room. Other then the clean and nicely made bed everything looked normal. The same posters were on the wall. And the same floral style wall paper was hung and peeling in the same spots.
Connie smiled at the idea that somehow she had been inserted into an episode of the X-Files where-in random objects appeared and disappeared in her room. By now her desktop was up and she signed herself into her school’s hang out page. She saw that she had several messages and went about sending replies. Her best friend Jenny had had a weird letter arrive at her house this morning. Connie laughed, “That’s nothing compared to what I found this morning.” As she wrote she felt the tension that had built up start to release. Soon she had forgotten about the diaper, and didn’t even think to wonder where exactly it had come from.
A few hours later, after answering many IM’s she heard her mother come through the front door and decided she would go down and help her bring in the groceries. She logged out, and put her computer into sleep mode. Then she walked down and starting grabbing bags from her mother. She walked them into the kitchen, while her mom brought things from the car to the front door. “Geez mom, did you get enough? Is the army showing up for dinner?”
“Laugh it up honey. If you didn’t eat like a brigade I wouldn’t have to shop for one.”
Connie laughed and finished putting all the bags in the kitchen, she didn’t feel like sticking around to put everything away so she ducked back into the washroom to throw her bedding into the dryer. She had just closed the doors and hit start when her mother walked in and casually tossed a plastic package towards her. Connie caught it without looking. Her mother then started folding clothes and talking to her, “I thought you would like the more absorbent ones, I hope they aren’t to thick.”
“Mom, you know I don’t care what kind of pads you buy me. As long as they work.” She put the pack under her arm and walked to her bathroom. She opened the door to her cabinet and tossed the pack in. But as it settled the words on it caught her eye. “What the hell?”
She pulled the pack out and finally looked at it, then she read it again out loud. “Luvs… Diapers… Extra absorbent…Over night…. Size 6t. What the hell?”
The world seemed to spin around Connie. She sat down on the toilet and slowly turned the large pack of diapers in her hands. These weren’t adult style diapers. These were almost exactly like what she had woke up in. The idea that her mother had put her in a diaper, and made her wet it made her angry. Then the image of the proud young lady nearly doing the splits on the front of the pack made her feel embarrassed. “Shit, did anyone else see her buy these?” Connie yanked on the tab to open the plastic and roughly pulled out one of the diapers. It didn’t seem to bad, but then as she held it, it started to expand from it’s compressed state in the bag. Then the sweet baby fresh smell hit her nose. Anger came back as she again thought about her mother putting her into something so infantile. She dropped the pack onto the floor, and went to go find her. She caught her still folding clothes. “Mom, we need to talk.”
She didn’t look up, she just nodded, “Sure thing.”
“Mom, why did you put that diaper on me last night? Do you think it was funny?”
“Connie, I put it on you because you need them. I would think waking up in a dry bed is worth it.”
Connie felt her blood start to rise. “But why did you do it at all? As some kind of joke? And why did you buy even more today? You don’t seriously think I’m going to wear them again do you?”
This time her mother stopped folding clothes and looked her in the eyes. “You can wear them, or do laundry in the morning. I don’t care what you want to do. If you want to sleep in a wet bed that’s your problem, not mine.”
Connie almost felt like screaming at her, “But WHY did you put me in a diaper? Did you think it was funny? I want to know!”
Her mother grabbed the pile of folded clothes and motioned for Connie to move out of her way. “I’m not having a conversation about this anymore. You can wear them or not. I don’t care. And if you want to start yelling about it I’ll call your counselor, and have him have a little talk with you.”
“Fine! Whatever!” Connie stood for several seconds in the washroom till her mother had walked farther away, then she made a bee line for her room. She closed the door behind her and tossed the diaper in her trash can. Then she grabbed the whole pack and did the same. “Good bye. Stupid diapers. I’m not a baby!”
She went back on-line and lost herself to her friends and national gossip. She didn’t hear her mother call her for dinner. Not till there was a knock at the door did she hear anything. “What mom?”
“Dinner Connie. Come and get something in you.”
Connie turned off her monitor and stood up. Her legs felt tight so she stretched them out. “I guess I shouldn’t sit there so long.” She walked to her door and opened it, the smell of cooked beef came to her. Her mouth started to water and her stomach growled. She walked quicker then normal towards the kitchen and grabbed herself a seat. As she ate she decided she would apologize about how she had acted before. “Listen mom. I’m sorry about yelling. I just don’t think what you did was funny. But I know you would never hurt me on purpose, so I’m sorry.”
Her mother looked up from her plate and smiled an odd looking smile at her. “Well, okay I guess. I don’t remember you yelling at me. But it doesn’t matter, I know you love me.”
Connie swallowed a chunk of meat and looked at her mother, trying to decide if she was being serious. “Um, you don’t remember the whole diaper conversation? I was yelling almost the whole time!”
Now it was her mother that looked at her with a question on her face, “Diaper conversation? All I remember is telling you I got the thicker ones this time and you took them and walked off. Did I miss something?”
Connie was about to tell her, but she could see in her mother’s eyes that she really didn’t remember having the conversation. “No. It’s fine. Never mind.” Outside she smiled and started eating again, but inside she was wondering what was wrong with her mother. Dinner passed quickly and she helped clean the table. Afterwards she took a short shower and went back on the computer. She sent a quick note to Jenny that she wanted to see her and talk, as she hit send she was overcome by a large yawn. She felt as though she had been up twenty four hours straight. A look at her clock showed it was only eight at night. “Why am I so tired?” she wondered as she yawned again. Instead of fighting to stay awake she brushed her teeth and started to get in bed. She stopped, then looked at her trashcan, she didn’t want a repeat, so she decided to get up and lock her door. She even clicked the privacy lock closed that she had installed on the inside of the door. “Let’s see mom do that again…” Connie smiled as she turned and walked back to her bed, she noticed the diapers still in her trash again and decided to get rid of them before she fell asleep. She pulled the bag out, double tied it, and carefully dropped it out her window. The loud whump felt very satisfying to her. She closed her window and pulled the blankets over herself, then drifted off to sleep.
Connie tossed and turned during the night. She dreamt a horrible nightmare filled with dark shadows and diaper wielding monsters. She ran up and down several flights of stairs, but found herself cornered and captured by one of the shapeless forms. As she fought to get away she felt warmth run down her legs, in horror she realized she was peeing her pants.
She awoke with a scream still dying on her lips. Her blankets had been kicked off during the dream, but her body still felt like it was covered with sweat. “What a fucked up dream.” she whispered. “It felt so real. Even my diapees felt real.” She sat up and swung her legs off the bed, then as she got up she spread her knees out and started to pee.
She popped her thumb in her mouth and started sucking on it while the diaper between her legs started to warmly sag. She felt her bladder finally empty and smiled while she squeezed the diaper with her free hand. She turned and crawled back into bed. Then as she laid down on her back, she suddenly realized what had just happened. “What the hell was that?” Connie wondered. Fear washed over her. She looked at the clock in her room and saw it was midnight. Then she reached down between her legs, praying she had still been dreaming and felt a squishy diaper. “What the hell is going on.” she thought to herself. She jumped back out of bed and grabbed at the tapes to the diaper. She yanked and expected it to slide off.
But it didn’t. Instead her hands had closed on nothing and the diaper stayed on. Again she tried to pull the tapes off, and again her fingers slid off the rough plastic and nothing happened. Connie started to feel frustrated. Her right thumb found it’s way into her mouth and it was several seconds before she realized what she doing. When she tried to pull it out her body wouldn’t cooperate. She started to panic and ran for her door.
She tried to open the knob, then remembered that she had closed the latch. She reached up to pull it free and stopped. “It’s gone!” she yelled inside her head. She looked closely at the door and saw that even the screw holes were missing. She grabbed at the knob, but it felt foreign to her. She looked down and saw it had been baby proofed with a simple squeeze to open cover. Connie squeezed as hard as she could but she couldn’t get the knob to work. “Dam!” she thought. “Open the hell up!”
She walked towards her computer desk and reached out for the phone. As soon as her hand closed on it she knew something was wrong. In the dim light she looked down and saw a clown’s face peering at her from a child’s fake phone. With her thumb still in her mouth she dropped to her butt on the floor. “It’s a dream. Another dream.” she screamed to herself. She slammed her fist down on the floor, and was surprised by the pain she felt. She was still looking at her hand when she heard her door open and watched her mother walk in.
“Oh my! Did Conniewony fall out of her bed?” Connie wanted to tell her what had happened, but she couldn’t get her mouth to do anything except suck on her thumb. She just looked up at her and held out her free hand. “Aww, it’s alright. Mommy will get baby back in bed.” Connie tried to stand on her own, but found she really did need her mother to pick her up. She stood on shaky legs, and was grateful to have her mother gently help her back into the bed. She smiled around her thumb at her and made what sounded like happy gurgling sounds. She had expected her mother to tuck her in, instead she watched as she first checked her diaper. “Yep, it looks like mommies little lady needs a clean diaper. I guess it’s a good thing you fell out.” she started to change Connie’s diaper as she talked, “But I think it’s to soon for you to have a big girl bed.”
Connie listened as her mother talked. “This has to be the weirdest dream ever.” she thought to herself. She tried not to pay attention as she felt the wet diaper pulled away, then, before she could stop herself she raised her “bum” when her mother told her too. And felt a diaper slide under her. When she set her ass back down it was on a new, dry diaper.
“Night, night sweetie! Pleasant dreams!” her mother said as she closed the door behind her. Connie just rolled over and hoped she wouldn’t remember any of this when she woke up in the morning.
“Wake up sleepy head. It’s already morning,”
Connie kept her eyes closed, “Ugh… Mom let me sleep in today. It’s not like I have anything to do.” The woman gently pulled the blankets off her daughter in one quick motion, “No, it’s time for you to get up Connie. I don’t want you to get rashy.” Connie’s eyes popped open. She sat up and stared down at herself. The diaper between her legs was back. And wet. She looked up towards her mother, but she was already walking out of the room. “I’ll get breakfast ready hun. You just clean up for me like a big girl.” she walked out of the room, and closed the door behind her.
Connie’s heart was pounding in her chest. She stood up and grabbed at the tapes on the diaper, she half expected them to stay closed, but with a loud ripping sound they came free and the diaper dropped to the floor. Connie grabbed it and looked at the front. “Luv’s Nightime, size 6t. What the hell is going on? I threw these all out yesterday.” She wadded it up, and went to throw it away, when she got close to her trash can she stopped and stared. The first diaper was back. And so was all the old garbage. It was like she had never thrown it out. “Oh… Sick. What is wrong with her?” Connie wondered. She dropped the new diaper onto the first and lunged for her dresser. She opened the top drawer and wasn’t surprised to see the pack of diapers back. And sitting next to her panties. “No way! I can’t believe she did that!” Connie said to herself. She pulled the pack out and tossed it into the garbage can again. She grabbed the garbage bag and tied it shut. She wanted to make sure the diapers didn’t reappear, “I’ll dump this thing somewhere today. She won’t be doing that again.” she whispered to herself. Connie had to eat breakfast, but she wanted to see if Jenny had got back to her first. She pulled her chair out and sat down. Then, as she reached over to turn her computer on her hair stood up on end. She wondered what was wrong then she noticed it. Her phone was gone. In it’s place was the plastic clown phone from her dream. Her heart skipped and pounded in her chest as she got down on her knees and looked for the phone jack in the wall. “It’s gone….” she whispered. “It can’t be…” But no matter where she looked she couldn’t find it. She knew where it had been, she had used it for dial-up several months ago, and had to switch the phone line back and forth. She looked for signs of fresh paint, or spackle. But there were none. It was as if there had never been a phone line to her room.
She stood up and grabbed a pair of loose jeans from on top of her dresser and stepped into them while she walked to her door. She wanted out of her room, she wanted out of the house as well. Something weird was happening. Connie reached out and grabbed the knob. Instead of the cool brass knob, she felt plastic. Goosebumps ran up her arms as she looked down and saw the baby proof cover from her dream. “It’s not real.” she said as she pulled her hand away. She stared at it for several seconds then slowly reached out and grabbed it. Like the diaper before, Connie worried that she wouldn’t be able to open it. But she easily squeezed it and turned the knob. The door creaked open and she felt an odd sense of pride take over from part of the terror. “I’m a big girl!” flashed through her mind before humiliation at the thought took over. “Fuck, I’ve got to get out of here.”
She was in such a hurry she almost forgot the garbage bag, and ran back and grabbed it. Connie walked into the kitchen and tossed it out the door before sitting down and slamming her oatmeal as fast as she could.
“Slow down there Connie. You don’t want to get cramps.” Her mother said between sips of coffee.
Connie looked up at her mother. She didn’t seem to think anything was wrong. She had obviously seen the clown phone. And if she had missed it, there was the wet diapers, twice in a row, and the door knob cover was impossible to have missed. She wanted to talk to her, but she wanted to talk to Jenny first, “Well…. I have to get going, Jenny is waiting.”
Her mother smiled and sipped her coffee, “Okay. Ready for the day already? I’d think you’d want to wear a little more then that, there’s not much there to prevent any unfortunate accidents.”
Connie nearly choked again, she knew she had already had this conversation. Now that she thought about it, the whole morning seemed to be one big copy of the day before, except for the new babyish additions, she wondered if this conversation would go the same way. “Accidents?”
“Yeah, that shirt doesn’t leave much to be imagined, and if those pants fall too low… Well you get my drift right?”
Connie nodded, then put her hands over her face as she closed her eyes, “Don’t go over to the sink, don’t go shopping…” she thought to herself.
Her mother stood and walked to the sink, then she started rinsing out her coffee cup.
“I’m going shopping this morning, is there anything you need?”
Connie swore silently under her breath. “No, I’m good. Have fun shopping.” Then before her mother could say anything else she ran for the door and grabbed the bag of trash she had put out. She walked several blocks out of her way to make sure her mother couldn’t find the bag. Then with a swing she tossed into a dumpster behind a Gas N’ Go. “Find that mom…” she muttered. Then with relief she went straight to Jennie’s house. She hoped she hadn’t gone anywhere for the day. After fifteen minutes of walking she was knocking on Jennie’s door, only to find out she had already left for her job, and wouldn’t be back till later that night. Connie looked at her best friend’s mother and swallowed. She decided she’d prod her for information instead. “Has Jenny been okay lately?”
She got a smile in return. “What do you mean?”
Connie decided to be blunt. “Does Jenny use… Er, Diapers at all?”
“Diapers?” She laughed, thinking it was a weird joke. “No Connie. Why would a senior in high school need diapers? Is this a joke?”
Connie forced a laugh, “Yeah. Sorry. It seemed funnier earlier. Sorry to bother you. Tell Jen to call… Er… IM me later. Thanks.” She waved and walked away. Now she was really confused. “Is this just happening to me?” She turned towards home but stopped. She decided she’d make one last visit. It was only another five blocks to Wal-Mart. And she enjoyed the exercise anyway. Connie felt much better as she got closer to the store. By the time she walked in she almost felt normal. She went straight for the pharmacy section. Knots started to form as she got closer to it. Finally she could see the adult diaper section. She checked to make sure she was alone and walked right in. She saw many brands. But nothing like what her mother had gotten. And Connie was sure all the bags had Wal-Mart tags on them when she helped her mother yesterday. She smiled to herself and suddenly felt a weight drop from her body. Maybe it was all a weird dream after all. And when she talked to her mother later it would be part of a big joke on her.
Connie turned and walked back out of the pharmacy section with a spring in her step. “I was just being so stupid. Huge baby diapers. And I should have known. The girl on the pack almost looked like me anyways.” She was still laughing as she turned a corner and the baby section came into view. Her stomach tightened as she realized there was one more place to look. Her pace slowed as she got closer. She looked above at the signs and walked right to the isle that had the wipes and diapers. She stopped and stood just outside the isle. She willed her heart to stop pounding but it was beyond her control. Finally she swallowed and took a step into the isle. She looked at the diapers and saw they were all stacked by brand. She was staring at Pampers. She looked closely and saw nothing that she hadn’t seen before. Just regular baby diapers, training pants, and bed wetting pants. Connie moved over and saw Huggies. Again nothing looked odd. She was feeling better now and moved over to what she saw was the house brand.
“Normal…” she whispered with relief. “Everything is normal.” Finally she smiled and stepped over into Luvs territory. She saw all the regular diapers. And the trainers. Everything stacked neatly by size and style. From the newborns, to the training pants. Connie let another laugh escape. “Like there would really be…” She was looking at a stack of Luvs size 6t. “Oh my……”
Adrenaline rushed through her body as she grabbed a pack and looked at the cover. The same picture looked at her. This time, she could see the resemblance to her own image. It almost looked exactly like her. But somehow the face was still different. She looked at the spot where she got the pack and saw there was not only more of them, but the shelf had a marker tag to show the stockers where they went. She put the pack back and starting looking closer at the Luvs. She saw that each style and size had a “t” version stacked neatly next to it. Connie picked up a size 4t pack, and a 1t pack. “What’s the dam difference?” she wondered. She saw that all the different “t” numbers handled the same amount of liquid. And there were only nighttime versions of size 4t, 5t, and 6t. She turned the packs over and looked closely at the drawn examples on the backs. Now she could see the diapers had different styles and numbers to fit the different stages of babyhood.
“It’s like these are exactly like the real baby versions, except the baby is really an older child. What the fuck is going on…” Connie looked at the front of the 1t pack and frowned at the near image of herself sitting up, with legs spread out wide in front, and a dumb wet grin on her face. She put the packs back and turned to leave, but before she did she turned and took one last look. Sure enough there were “t” size trainers and even bed wetter pants. Connie felt a blush rise on her cheeks as she reached out and grabbed a pack of bed wetter pants. “I may have a problem, but I sure don’t need to wear diapers.” she said. Carefully she wound her way to the front of the store and found a self pay that was open. She darted to it and with one fluid motion scanned the pack, and dropped it in a bag. Connie breathed a sigh of relief as she paid, and then triple bagged her purchase.
Never before had a walk home felt so long to her. She expected people she knew to dart out from behind every house, and out of every car. She jay walked a few times just to get home faster. Not only did she want to get home, but she wanted to get home way before her mother did. She didn’t want her to know about the bed wetter pants. Her door came into view, and Connie smiled when she saw her mothers car was still gone. She felt like skipping up the walk but constrained herself. She opened the front door and closed it behind herself. She kicked off her shoes and ran straight for her room. She closed the door and reached up for the now missing latch. She looked again, and still couldn’t see any way the screw holes could have been patched so well. “Something weird….” she muttered as she pulled her nighttime pants out of the bag and tossed them under her bed. Then she checked her IM’s and saw that Jenny had still not replied. “Dam. Come on Jen, I really need to talk to you right now.” But she had to wait.