Stacy Part 2
Stacy Part 2
I.
After a few nights, Stacy was used to the Goodnites again. It was now four dry nights since the accident that caused her parents to put her back in the diapers (see Part 1).
Stacy was happy and confident that she would be dry for the rest of the week, and she was excited about her friend Nellie’s upcoming birthday party. That one night had been a freak accident after five dry months.
When Stacy’s mother woke her up on the fifth morning, she quickly realized what had happened. The pull-up was wet, and so were her legs. Her pj pants were soaked from the leaky diaper. “Good morning, honey,” mom said. She was going to ask whether Stacy was dry, but the look on the 13 year-old’s face gave her the answer. “It’s okay, baby,” she said as Stacy began to cry. “I’m not a baby,” Stacy sobbed. “I know, that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. Come on, get up, I’ll help you.”
“No, I don’t want you to see me like this,” Stacy said with tears
rolling down her face. “OK, I’ll go.”
Mom left the bedroom. Stacy pushed the blankets away. Her pj pants were not too bad, but both her inner thighs were wet. The bed pad had even protected her sheets. “Well, that’s good anyway,” Stacy thought. Stacy knew the pj pants would have to be washed right away, so she stripped, rolled up the pants, and rolled up the pull-up to throw in the bathroom garbage.
She got a look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was becoming a woman on the outside, but it seemed like her inside didn’t know it. When she went down stairs after her shower, she said, “I know, one week from today, I get out of the Goodnites, and one month from today, I get to take the plastic sheet off.”
“That’s right,” dad said. “It re-sets every time you have an
accident. One other thing, your mother and I feel that when the plastic sheet comes off, you should keep the bed pad under the sheet just in case you do have an accident.”
“All right, dad,” Stacy said.
“I know today is Saturday, and you want to have fun, but—“
“I know, dad, I’m still grounded for lying. You don’t have to
rub it in,” she frowned at him.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t want to make it clear right now what my
answer will be if you ask me if you can go out or anything. I guess I was a little rude, but I want to avoid having a fight later.”
“OK, I understand.”
Stacy ate breakfast with her parents, then spent the morning watching TV. She was very bored, and later in the afternoon, she fell asleep on the couch.
Stacy had a dream. She was her 13-year-old self, but she was wearing nothing but a white crinkly baby diaper with cartoon prints on it. She was at home, playing on the floor with some toys. She felt that her diaper was wet, but she didn’t mind. It was warm and snug. Suddenly, Stacy felt herself pee into the diaper. She felt it soaking in and expanding the diaper.
It became big and hard between her legs. She found her movements restricted; she fell on her back and began to cry. She took her feet in her hands, and rocked on her back as she cried. Her dad came and picked her up, and said, “There, there, baby Stacy. Daddy will change you now.” Stacy suddenly realized she could talk, “NO!” she said, “I a big girl, now! I change myself, daddy!”
Dad took her and laid her on the changing pad on her bed. She thrashed around and screamed “No!” But, dad was bigger and stronger and he didn’t care if she did kick him, he un-taped her thick, soggy diaper, grabbed her ankles, and picked her butt off the diaper.
Then, Stacy peed on the changing pad, she was horrified that she was making a little puddle under herself, but she couldn’t stop it. When she finished, dad wiped her, powdered her, and pulled out a fresh, clean diaper, all while holding her butt up by her ankles.
The diaper, he unfolded with a great crinkle sound, then slid it under, pulled it tight around the crotch, and taped it on without setting her back in the puddle.
“There we go, now daddy’s baby is all clean and dry.” He picker her up and held her tight, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and legs around his waist, as she began to suck her thumb, and drift off to sleep.
Stacy woke up. She was on her bed, the covers pulled back, and lying on the bed pad. It hadn’t done much good at soaking up her naptime accident. Her jeans and t-shirt were wet and stank of urine. The sheet that covered the plastic one would need a wash.
Stacy began to cry as in her dream. Soon, mom came up and saw what had happened. “Oh, no, my sweet girl,” mom said. She ran to her daughter’s side and held her tight, with no regard to the wet mess on the girl and the bed.
“I’m so sorry this is happening to you, I wish that I could stop it, hon.” Stacy thanked her mother, then mom said, “I’ll do your laundry. You just go take a good, long shower.”
“Okay, mom. Thanks again.”
II.
“I’m just glad I carried you upstairs before it happened,” dad said. “Stacy, do you remember when you were about 8, we took you to the doctor about your daytime problems? Well, I want you to do some of the things he had you doing then. You should start your bladder strengthening exercises today, and I want you to go to the restroom every two hours, whether you think you need to or not.”
“But, dad—“Mom said, “It’s for your own good, honey. You don’t want this to happen to you again, do you?” “No, mom. I don’t,” Stacy went upstairs to read a book in her room.
Stacy did not want to have a napping accident again, and she certainly did not want to go back to the way it was when she was eight. Thinking back, she realized that the diapers she wore in her dream were the same ones she wore to bed back then. What really bothered her was what she had to wear to school in those days…
---To Be Continued---
written by: J.W.