Another thought crossed Megan’s mind and she just as soon wished she hadn’t opened this can of worms to begin with. What if wearing diapers all the time led to more accidents? She didn’t know if she could deal with constantly wetting and messing herself, or relying on someone else to change her. The thought of being out in public with a full load in her diaper was absolutely mortifying. Maybe it was time for her to rethink this experiment.
Rather than change right away, Megan opted to sit in her mess. It wasn’t pleasant and it sure as hell wasn’t comfortable, but as long as she was still considering diapers, she had to consider all that came with it. After awhile, Megan was ready to scrap the whole idea. She had wet again and her diapers were almost unbearably smelly and uncomfortable. She felt bored, isolated and inadequate. Being able to relax was one thing, being made helpless in a situation like this was something else entirely.
Megan showered and treated herself to a nice long bath. She was sure to triple-bag her dirty diaper and bury it deep at the bottom of the trash. After what she had just went through, another diaper was the last thing Megan wanted to wear. She remembered the deal she made with her parents and groaned. It wouldn’t be fair to them if she quit now. After all, they were going to great lengths to support something she wanted….or thought she wanted at any rate. Sighing, Megan diapered herself once more.
Nancy came home from work to find her daughter still diapered, but irritable and cranky. Megan refused many of her motherly overtures and was content to sit in a corner and sulk.
“You know,” Nancy remarked with a half-smile. “Little girls who don’t behave themselves might just have to be spanked.”
“Go ahead,” Megan sourly replied.
“Honey, what’s wrong? Things not working out the way you expected?”
Megan nodded.
“Helen said this might happen….”
“I know. And it was fun…. for a little bit. But now it’s like, ‘what the hell was I thinking?’”
“Forgive me for still being in the novelty phase,” said Nancy. “But I think it’s cute.”
“You’re not the one wearing a diaper, Mother.”
“Stop that,” Nancy snapped. Then, under her breath she added, “You’re sounding like Jess.”
“Sorry,” she replied blandly.
“It’s better that you found out now than later.”
“Yeah…I guess.”
“Things in life aren’t always going to turn out the way you want, Megan.”
“I know, Mom. I just wanted something…you know, for me.”
“And I’m sure you’ll find it. Someday.”
Megan wore her diapers for the rest of the day, as promised. She took some teasing from Stephen, who was glad to not have to be the baby of the family for once. Carrie tried to be supportive, but even she couldn’t help but laugh when she saw her big sister sucking on a paci and playing with toys she found in the attic.
