Circumstances Scene 25

Chastity led him to the toy room once again, but instead of immediately picking up her discarded bear she walked to the window, moved the curtain aside, and stared out at the bleak, winterized view before her. It was even snowing a bit, clouds having rolled in unnoticed and light flakes were falling from the heavens. Jack kept a respectful distance—not too close, but not too far, either—while Chastity stared out into the falling snow. His face showed a mixture of anxiety, nervousness, and concern. Chastity saw those emotions clearly when she turned to face him. “Jack?” she started, meek and tentative.
“Yeah?”
Chastity had trouble asking the question. “Am… am I a baby?”
Jack’s expression became confused. “No… why would you wonder something like that?”
Chastity sighed, exasperated. “I pooped my diaper,” she blurted.
“Oh. So that’s what that was all about,” Jack said, looking almost relieved.
“Yes, that’s what that was all about,” she growled.
“Well… so what?”
“So what?” Chastity gaped at him. “I dropped a giant load of crap into my diaper without even realizing it!” she exclaimed.
“And in this particular situation and under these circumstances, how is that your fault?” he asked.
Chastity opened her mouth to speak, and then stopped and huffed. “That’s not the point.”
“Yes it is,” Jack said. “How are you supposed to control your bodily functions when that formula is at work?” he went on.
Chastity frowned and looked away from him, back towards the window and what lay beyond. After a few moments she heaved a sigh and sagged a little. “I feel like a baby, though.”
“What’s so bad about that?”
She turned to look at him. “I’m almost seventeen, Jack. Hardly the time of my life when I should be feeling like a baby or acting like a baby or…”
“Dressing like a baby?” Jack prompted.
“Yes,” Chastity agreed.
“Technically speaking, you aren’t dressed as a baby.”
Her look became a little frosty. “Then what am I dressed like?” she asked.
Jack winced a little. “A five year-old?” he suggested.
“Oh, and that makes me feel so much better,” Chastity muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“It’s better than being dressed as a baby,” Jack pointed out.
“Not by much,” Chastity murmured, her attention once again on the falling snow.
Jack stepped closer. “What’s so bad about it?” he asked.
Chastity sighed, almost in disgust. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m so pissed because they took away my control without having the decency to tell me. Now I’m stuck in these diapers for a week, maybe more, and I had no choice in the matter.” Her face darkened. “And to make matters worse, I pooped my diaper,” she growled.
“That has you all out of sorts, doesn’t it?”