I posted the original version of this story here and on FTT. In the original story, the protagonist was a young girl named Madison who is asked by her cousin to live a lie for few days. At the request of a friend, I posted the same story with some key plot changes to the SissyKiss forum. I was asked to post the remixed version here, so here it is.
As a quick warning, the change is simply that the protagonist (Madison) has been changed into a boy (Mason) and is now not only pretending to be incontinent, he is also now pretending to be a different gender. This adds another layer to the onion and also makes the story a bit more adult as later on there is some fooling around (I upped their ages in the remixed version a little since I didn’t feel kosher with that at the original age of 14).
Hope you all enjoy it.
Nothing But A Country Girl
By: Christina S Reynard (CS Fox) ((Reynard = Fox in French)).
If you ever want to choke on reality… try being the teen in-between your parents divorce; the messier the better. I don’t think there is anything quite as painful as getting sold out by people you love.
“Mason’s depressed because you’re gone all the time! He needs a father in his life.”
“What? The other guys you parade in here when I’m gone aren’t good enough?”
“I’m a woman! I have needs just like everyone else.”
I’ve always said a little prayer every night that I wouldn’t be woken by the sound of their fighting… or at the very least that they wouldn’t use my name in their arguing.
I don’t think god listens to me any more since I stopped going to church.
The divorce took about a year, with the fighting intensifying in the final month. The kicker was that both of them decided they wanted to start anew, without a significant other… or child.
They used my name for so many violent arguments, but when the dust settled… it turned out I was an inconvenience.
The judge awarded the house to mom, and in just about every circumstance, custody of the child goes to mom too, but what happens when mom and dad just aren’t interested in anything but themselves? … the answer is that you find out just how selfish people can be.
It was two days after the final divorce proceedings that my mom told me I was going to be living with my older cousin. Mom wanted her own life, and my cousin had offered on my behalf to let me live with her. I had nothing going, and no reason to stay with my mother any more, so I agreed, not understanding just what I was getting into.
My cousin Sherry was sort of the black sheep of the family, well, next to me, my mom and dad of course. She was artsy, whimsical, and sin of sins; unmarried at 26. My poor family has the long distinguished past of early pregnancies and marriage soon after. If a girl wasn’t pregnant at 19 by the latest, and unhappily married by 20, something was wrong. So the rest of the family just referred to her as a spinster.
After things were decided between my cousin and my mom, I was dropped off at a bus station with a vague description of how I’d be reaching my cousin. Sherry lived ten hours away… wayyyy out in the country.
I had some clothes stuffed into a bag and a little money, but not much else. There were some good byes to my friends, but to be honest, I didn’t really have many. Having a broken family tends to cause you to alienate yourself in the hopes you don’t ruin anyone else’s life with your own. I guess like mom and dad, I’d get to start anew… out in the country.
Sherry and I naturally gravitated toward each other in family functions and I always liked hearing her crazy stories; even if she did occasionally pick on me. I had a slight problem that had plagued me every since I was about six… I’d always been mistaken for a girl.
My hair was long, my shoulders not that broad, my features more round when they probably should have been square. I fought it, I always corrected anyone who made the mistake. I played on sports teams, tried to have girlfriends… but some things never changed. My body was soft when it should have been hard. I was a boy on the inside, a little too pretty on the outside, and I was never a hundred percent sure just what I was actually supposed to be.
As I got on the bus, I guess I was looking forward to living with someone who at least had a passing interest in my life. At least I wouldn’t be kept up with arguing.
When I arrived, I took my bag and got out into the night. It was summer, school had been out a few weeks, but it was still a little chilly. I probably looked out of place as I got off the bus wearing jeans and a dark blue hoodie in the middle of nowhere.
I looked around to see my cousin waving from a pick-up. I shouldered my bag and waved back.
“It’s good to see you,” Sherry said as she stepped out of her truck and walked toward me. We looked completely different, me in my urban wear, her in tight jeans, a shirt showing off her midriff, and a cowboy hat. “Long trip out here huh?”
I shrugged. “It wasn’t too bad.”
“You’re hair is soo long,” she smiled, teasing the ends of it as they came out of my hoodie. I took as step back from her. “Do you have all your bags?” she asked.
I had just one bag, a nike sports bag with whatever clothes I cared the most about packed inside like dirty laundry.
“Just the one,” I said.
Shelly looked at me curiously for a moment but then smiled and slapped the bed of her truck. “Toss it in, let’s head home.”
I threw my bag in the back and got up in the cab with Shelly. “It’ll only be about an hour before we reach the farm,” she said moving a clunky shift into gear. “Winchester was the closest bus station.”
“Thanks for letting me come to live with you.”
Sherry laughed. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll actually be doing me a favor.”
I looked at her a little confused. “What do you mean?”
“Well…… I sort of have this boyfriend.”
“Yah well, it’s kind of weird, I haven’t actually met him in person yet, and he’ll be coming by to visit soon.”
Now I was a little more confused. “Umm… will I be intruding?”
“No no, its not that, I’m just going to need your help is all.”
“What kind of help?” I raised a suspicious eyebrow. Sherry had a reputation… and I was a boy and I couldn’t see any way that I’d be helpful.
“I sort of told Will a few stories that weren’t really true… but with you, we could make them true.”
“I’m going to regret living with you aren’t I?”
“Probably… now here’s the thing. Will is super cute, owns his own business, already married but widowed a few years ago… car accident… still has a daughter.”
“Kay….” I said trying to process the rapid fire information.
“I’m a farm owner, which is true enough, and even though I don’t have any livestock, I spend most of my time looking after my special needs little sister, who coincidently has the exact same problem as his daughter.”
I slapped my forehead. “Don’t tell me.”
“You’re my new little sister Madison… with um… special needs. You got in a car accident two years back and became completely incontinent. Will’s daughter was in a car wreck with his wife three years ago. His wife didn’t survive, and Will’s daughter lost her left leg and suffers incontinence from it.”
“Stop the car.”
Sherry laughed. “What? I still haven’t finished.”
“STOP THE FUCKING CAR!”
Sherry looked at me shocked, but pulled over and slowed the car to a stop.
“Umm… you okay?” She asked taking her hands off the wheel.
I didn’t answer I just got out of the car, got my bag, and started walking. I hadn’t seen my cousin in a year or two, but in that time I had apparently forgotten her family name was well deserved and she was a total flake.
“Mason?” she called, getting out of the truck. “Mason where are you going?”
“You’re retarded if you think I’m going to join in whatever scheme this is. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“But you always liked my stories, I thought you’d jump at the chance to be part of one.”
I stopped walking and threw my bag down. “You want me to pretend to be a girl! … a crippled one!”
“No… I want you to pretend to be incontinent for a father and his daughter. Incontinence isn’t crippled, but umm I think it does count as a handicap, I’m not really sure.”
“What the hell is incontinence anyway? Is that where I can’t talk and have to wave my arms to speak?”
“Noo… I think that’s mute. Incontinence means you wear diapers and pee yourself.”
I started walking again. Why did my life have to suck this much? My mom and dad didn’t want me, my cousin only wanted me so she could use me for something completely off the wall.
“Mason… Please, I really need your help. Where are you going to go?”
I clenched a fist and flung my bag at her. “Sherry. My parents just divorced and left me. I don’t know where the hell I’m going to go. I had HOPED I could come live with you and try to piece together my life again, but either you’re playing the meanest joke on me that I can think of or you’re so batshit insane that you’ve completely lost touch with reality.”
“$2000 if you do it for one week.”
“$2500,” she offered.
“I’m serious. Please?” She took off her cowboy hat and held it in both her hands. “You don’t understand. Just hear me out, you have to know this guy, read the chat logs I’ve had with him… whatever… he has a golden heart and I’ve never been this in love before. It’s only for a week.”
I felt pretty stupid standing on a country road in the middle of the night having this ludicrous conversation with my cousin. “It’s not my problem that you lied to him.”
“I’ll give you $5000 and I’ll drive you to wherever you want after the week is done.”
I clenched both my fists and swore. I thought over my options and stomped toward her. “I don’t like this, and if this turns out to be some sick joke, I’ll dedicate the rest of my life to destroying yours.”
I grabbed my bag, threw it in the bed of her truck and got back in the cab. Sherry put her hat back on and started driving. We both sat in silence for a while.
“Will is coming to visit with his daughter on Monday. Her name is Anna.”
I put my iPod earphones in and put my hoodie up. Sherry took the hint and kept driving. It was Saturday night, if she was to be believed, her mystery boyfriend would be here the day after tomorrow. …I wasn’t happy.
Eventually we reached Sherry’s place. She lived on a farm she had inherited from Grandma. Our family used to be big in farms a few generations ago, but somehow that’d changed. My mom wasn’t really one to sit me down and talk about our family history, so all I knew was that Sherry had a couple acres and a two story house all to herself.
She pulled the truck up and we got out. I was partially impressed because it was a very classic farm house kind of look, complete with wrap around front porch. Sherry let us in and quickly guided us up the stairs where she showed me to my room.
“I’ve already taken the liberty of setting it up just the way my ‘sister’ would have it.”
I didn’t like the way she said sister. “Do I want to know what that means?”
Sherry shrugged dumbly. “Check your closet if you’re curious. I’m heading to bed, it’s late.”
With that she left me standing with my bag and an angry look on my face. What the hell was I getting into? Did she even have $5000?
I dropped my bag and went to the closet. If anything she had my curiosity. I opened it up to find just about everything I ever remembered her wearing when I was younger. Sherry’s entire teen wardrobe, from dresses, shorts, and night gowns; even bras was hanging or folded on shelfs… there was something else at the bottom. It was plain white plastic, fairly large, and not too heavy as I picked it up.
There was a simple print out reading on the bottom of it. “Bambino Adult Diapers, small.”
I swore, threw the bag in the closet, slammed the door and threw myself on the bed. I don’t know why, but I cried. I cried because not only was life unfair, it had to be weird. I wasn’t a girl… I wasn’t going to be a girl.
I slept in. I didn’t have a reason to be up early, so even after the sun glared through the window, I just rolled over and covered my head with a pillow. Sherry knocked on the door and offered breakfast but I told her to shove it. I just laid in bed and thought about the night before.
Probably around noon I finally left my room because I simply wasn’t tired any more and was actually pretty hungry.
“Mornin’, sleep alright?”
I tried not to look at her. “I saw what was in the closet.”
“I want proof that $5000 is going to happen and I want a promise you’ll never speak of me or speak too me again after this week.”
I’d been thinking about it all morning. With $5000 I could take a lease out on a cheap place somewhere for a couple of months and try working a job. Fuck school, I was on my own now. No one was interested in my welfare, everyone was interested in their own.
Sherry laughed but went to her purse. “I’ve got $1000 on me now, can you take my word on the rest? I’d like to tell you the rest of the story.”
I took the wad of bills and I didn’t ask permission as I saw some cereal on top of her fridge and grabbed for it. “I’m listening,” I said as I sat down with a bowl. I shoved the money in the front pocket of my hoodie.
Sherry sat across from me. Despite her flakiness she was actually very pretty in a country way. She wasn’t a complete hick, more southern classic, what my mom liked to call “West Virginia Perfect” and she had Grandma’s strawberry blonde hair. Still, there were some rough edges too her she couldn’t really hide.
“I met Will online through a dating website. There are not really a lot of guys in this town who have any more ambition then taking over whatever family farm and making a mess of children. I’m actually the one who e-mailed him… he was being honest, and something about that attracted me to him.”
“Honest how? It’s the internet and it’s not like you were being honest.”
“The first thing in his profile was that he had a daughter and that whatever happened, she would be a big part of his life.”
Wish my parents could have said the same for me.
“I e-mailed him, and he only seemed mildly interested until I told him I had a little sister with special needs that I took care of.”
“Why a sister and why incontawhatever? Couldn’t you have told him you had a brother with turrets who yelled curse words all the time? I could do that one REALLY convincingly.”
Sherry giggled and rolled her eyes. “I dunno, on a whim I told him you were in an accident while riding back from school two years ago and that it made you incontinent… I just wanted to seem like I had someone I cared about too… what’s amazing is what he wrote back.”
Sherry quickly jumped up from the table and ran over to a computer she had in the next room. I could hear her grabbing papers as I ate my cereal.
“Here, read this,” she said handing me a print out of an e-mail.
“I’m not a religious man… but… I do believe in more then just mere coincidence. I didn’t want to be open about this with someone who isn’t close to the family, and I know my daughter won’t be happy that I’m sharing this… but my Anna suffers just as your sister does. Three years ago she and her mother were on the road at night and a drunk driver hit them. My wife didn’t make it, but Anna survived with the loss of her leg and a lingering incontinence. It’s stunted her emotionally and socially. She’s 16 now, and it’s been tough for her, and the only reason I’m considering dating again is because she needs more then just me around. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, except that I never thought I’d meet someone who understood the patience we must have for someone else who needs it.”
Sherry was biting her lower lip and looking at me pleadingly. “Can’t you just… I mean, doesn’t it break your heart?”
“What breaks my heart is that you lied to this guy. He sounds genuine and you’re a big honking fake,” I put my spoon down. “Do you think reading this is going to galvanize me into helping you con this poor guy?”
“It’s just for a week. Please? I promise, one week, and we’ll be in love. You’ll get a friend in Anna too, I bet she’s really cute.”
“Anna is one legged and in diapers. I don’t think she’ll want to talk to me.”
“Just one week,” she said holding up a single finger. “One, and I promise five grand and I’ll never bother you again.”
I grumbled. “You’ve wanted to dress me up and braid my hair since we were little.”
Sherry smiled and nodded vigorously. “$5000.”
“Fine, whatever, I’ll play along, but if he suspects something, don’t expect me to roll with the lies. That’s all you.”
Sherry nodded. “Thank you thank you thank you.”
“Whatever,” I said drinking some orange juice.
“Right after your done eating let’s put you in diapers so you can get used to them.”
I spit my orange juice out all over the table.
“Well little SIS… you’re going to be incontinent… as in, you will have no control over your bathroom functions and need to wear diapers, just like Anna.”
Sherry just smiled. I wanted to throw the box of cereal at her head and storm out the door to whatever uncertain future lied ahead, but at the same time… I couldn’t… there was something so ridiculous about the whole thing that was strangely appealing. Maybe it was just that my life had been so shitty recently that I really had nothing to lose and nothing else to do.
I ate the rest of my meal in quiet. Sherry was smiling at me the whole time, and I tried not to make eye contact. I couldn’t help thinking though, what would Will and Anna be like? What would wearing diapers be like?
After I ate I went up to my room. Sherry followed behind me, still smiling like before. I briefly thought about slapping her.
“I’m going to shower,” I said just before I went in my room.
Sherry nodded, “End of the hall, feel free to use my shampoo.”
Oh, I planned on it. I put the money in my bag and threw off my hoodie and kicked off the jeans I’d slept in. I walked down the hall in my underwear to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. Sherry was sitting on my bed waiting when I got back.
“So how’s this going to work?” I asked, entirely skeptical.
“Just lay down on the bed, I know what I’m doing.”
Lay down on the bed she says… crap, she’s going to rape me. My own cousin.
I stood awkwardly at the door, wearing only a towel, feeling like I was teetering on the edge of infinity. Sherry got up off the bed, I could see she had the white package sitting behind her. I didn’t make a move toward her, but I didn’t fight either as she came up and calmly took my hand.
“Have your always worn a towel like that?” she asked with a giggle.
I looked at her surprised, but looked down at myself. Was it weird that I normally tied the towel up at chest level?
“You always have looked like such a cute girl,” she smiled.
“I don’t like this,” I said as she led me toward the bed.
“It’s just for a week and it won’t be that bad. Plus, you won’t be the only one wearing diapers.”
“But it’s a lie… I’m a guy and I won’t actually need them, and she will.” Something told me Anna would be mad if she found out. “Isn’t there some other way?”
Sherry just smiled and opened my towel, I blushed big time. I’m pretty skinny, and about average height for my age; 5’6 or so, but still, I felt very conscious of my body and how awkward it’s always been… and now it was bare before her.
“I’m the first girl to see you naked aren’t I?”
I blushed… what the hell was I supposed to say to that? She was my cousin.
“Oh my god that’s cute. It’s like a penis, only smaller.”
“That’s not funny.”
Sherry giggled as she took out one of the over-sized diapers and had me lift my butt before she slid it under me. She reached over me for some white bottle and started sprinkling it on me.
I recognized the smell. “Talcum powder?”
“Baby powder,” she smiled.
“You’re really going all out,” I said in disbelief, like this wasn’t really happening to me.
Sherry nodded enthusiastically.
It was over quicker then I thought. She gave my ass a few playful pats before helping me off the bed. I took a tentative step, already not liking the bulk. I did a little bit of a squat and felt it crinkle and move with me. It was like having a crinkly pillow for underwear.
“It’s weird,” I said.
“Let’s get you dressed!”
It wasn’t a lot of help to argue with her. I knew that ever since I was little, she’d wanted to play dress up with me, and now she had her chance. She skipped over to the closet, pulled out a simple sundress and had me lift up my arms to slide it on. She fussed with my hair a moment, and then stood back, marveling at her work.
I stood limp with my arms at my sides, looking over myself with a total assurance that I didn’t like what I saw. It was scary how easily I could pass for a girl if I tried.
“You look adorable… but… something is missing.” Sherry thought for a moment, tried playing with my hair in a few more different styles; even trying to braid it a little. “Your just about perfect but…”
Sherry snapped her fingers and rushed back over to the closet. She came back a moment later with a bra.
“Sherry… please, no.”
Sherry just made a tut’ tut kind of noise and pulled the dress back off me. She quickly put the bra on me, taking a little tissue to stuff it and put the dress back on.
“Hmmm I can see the bra. It’s definitely an improvement, but we’ll need something more real,” she took the dress off me and got a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
The t-shirt hung loosely over my new curves, and it barely passed my belly button. The shorts proved a little hard to get up and over the diaper. With a little bit of forcing, I was dressed… and the diaper was peaking over the top of the shorts. I blushed and looked at Sherry.
“Perfect,” she said hugging me.
“You can see my diaper…” I said sadly.
She excitedly dragged me over to a stand up mirror near the closet. Standing in front of Sherry was not Mason… but her little sister Madison… and I honestly couldn’t see a single hint that she was a boy.