I am the Mysterious Man Of Mystery. Hope you enjoy the story, there is more to come. XD Most important: TELL me WHAT you THINK.
Oh, btw: I’m a tad random and bubbly in my writing. People either hate it or love it, as evident by my fluctuating English grades from teacher to teacher.
Noticy note note note: I haven’t slept in 2 days. This is horrible writing. But lack of sleep has clouded my judgment and I will post this as my first thing on this site anyway!
Oh, and super big huge important note: I’m not gay bashing there. It’ll all make sense NEXT chapter. Please, don’t get offended.
And another important note: I’m not going to put a diaper story warning here because you know EXACTLY what you’re getting into here.
Copyrighted by: Myste…Screw it, if you steal this I’m not gonna take you to court over it. No way I’d be caught DEAD fighting over the rights to a diaper story.
I can’t think of a name that doesn’t give away the plot of the story, (which I’m going to give away in chapter 1 anyway, but goddammit I already started typing this!) so I’m going to name this song after one of my favorite songs. So, without further ado I present you: Prelude in C Minor.
Chapter One - The Start of Something Amazing?
“Are you sure you packed everything honey?”
“Yah Mom. I’m sure…”
“Are you absolutely positive? It’d be a shame if you had to drive all the way back home just because you forgot one little package.”
“I went through my checklist three times mom. I have what I need and that’s that.”
“I’m so sorry that I couldn’t see you off! You know I’m just so busy with work and the house and if you need anything at all-”
“Yahuh mom. Traffic’s getting bad, I’ll call you when I reach the school.”
“Make sure one last time you have everything! Did you remember to pack your diap-” I hung up my cell phone before the she had the chance to finish the word. That horrible word that could ruin my whole social experience in college. I just had to be careful, discreet, and secretive. If anybody here found out that I still wet the bed - well, I don’t even want to think about what would happen if anybody found out.
The drive was long but exciting. I had traveled on these roads once before, when going for the college visit, but this time it was different. This time every tree, diner, and road sign I passed was one step closer to freedom. I could do what I wanted when I wanted (so long as I kept my grades up). I had been excited for this moment for a long time and now it was finally happening. My heart raced in my chest as I passed the red wooden sign of CU (College University - Home of the fighting bad puns!)
I grabbed a few of the boxes containing my college supplies and headed for my dorm’s entrance. All of the boxes were clichely labeled after what was contained within them except one. Here’s a fun game, try to figure out which box is mislabeled, and what’s inside it: Books, Clothes, Laptop, Video Games, Uninteresting Empty Box. I hauled the books up to my dorm room, trying to look as little as a freshman as physically possible. I reach my floor and awkwardly try to balance my boxes in one hand while I grab my room key from my pocket.
…When did I get my room key you may ask? At freshman orientation an hour ago, of course - but this is a diaper story and I’m lazy, so I didn’t want to waste my time writing about it. This will be a reoccurring theme in my story, so I’m giving you a heads up now. Now back to the story…
I double checked the room number - 335. Begin to walk the hall slowly and talk like Yoda, I do, to add to the drama I must. Check the numbers I do. Find my room I succeed and jarred out of my Yoda mindset I am because, you know, the door is friggen wide open! Some welcome! “College University: We Like to Make you Feel Unsafe in your Surroundings.” Damn. I storm into my room outraged only to find out that my roommate has beat me to the room. This makes perfect sense and I take back what I said about my College.
Well, the moment of truth is on me at last. Will I dread the next year as a fat sweaty mean man clogs the air with his farts, or will I love every second as I hang with the kick-ass brother I never had (because mom’s a bitch and she got her tubes tied)? Well, since he doesn’t know I’m looking at him right now, I’ve got a chance to find out. I begin whispering to myself:
Well, he’s normal sized, so the sweaty/farty factor should be at a minimum. He’s wearing jeans and a conservative jacket - at least I don’t have to deal with some annoying stereotype. His body structure is odd, I can’t figure out what is so off though. His face is very pointy and symmetrical, what do they call that again? Oh yah, he’s an Asian! Cool, I’ve always wanted somebody I can make racist slurs about that won’t freak out! His facial features are distinctively that of an angry person. As if he can hear me with his tiny petite Asian ears. I think he may be part of the gay community.
“You know you’re talking out loud, don’t you?” asked the Asian who I just confirmed was gay by his high pitched womanly voice.
“Ahhh, yes. I often narrate what’s going on to myself. It helps me separate my voice from the voices in my head,” I responded - proud of myself for divulging my mental instability at such a quick pace, “What’s your name stranger?”
“Name’s Lee, and that box labeled Uninteresting Empty Box just fell over and spilled your diapers on the floor while you were talking to yourself,” said the Asian, “You should probably close that door before somebody walks by our room and sees that.”
I blush as I close the door and decide to ask, “Well, soooo, you’re not going to tell anybody are you?”
“I’m sure you have a legitimate medical reason for owning those. I mean, if you liked wearing diapers, then I’d totally make fun of you, but I can’t think of any reason that would be the case.” Sweet, this high-pitched Asian is cool! I shake his hands and introduce myself (Jason’s my name, for those of you who didn’t decode the secret code throughout the chapter). I then decide to follow
I grab an armful of the diapers (Yes, the box was filled with loose diapers and wasn’t properly sealed. I don’t judge YOUR packing skills, do I?) and mindlessly dump them into the school-provided bed-side table. This makes the Asian let out a girly squeal followed by an explanation that he had packed the table with his stuff. Apparently he needs this bed table to hide his diapers much more then I do… I mean, as soon as I move my diapers out I’m sure that I’m going to find a box full of… tampons?
Why are there tampons in Lee’s drawer?
Why is the dorm room so poorly described in Jason’s narrative?
Why am I asking these questions?
Find out the answer to these questions next chapter! (I’m tired and I’m not really going to address either of the second two questions in the next chapter.)
Next chapter should be out whenever the hell I feel like it. And oh yah, I won’t be NEARLY this random in future chapters. This insanity is the result of WAY too little sleep.
Comments greatly appreciated.
And how did I respond so fast you may ask? Because I’m impulsively watching for responses to my post of course!