The woman saw the change and relaxed her grip on the rubber teat. This time the paci stayed in. A cruel smile spread across her face, “There we go. That’s one way to quiet down a cranky baby.”
Jess mumbled “I’m not a baby.” around the pacifier. But the woman just laughed as she opened up the folded diaper and set in on a seat next to her.
“Not a baby? Maybe not a regular baby, but you’re about as mature as one, so why not look and act the part?”
Jess frantically shook her head, but the woman didn’t stop. Or even care. She gently guided Jess onto a bed and pushed her down onto her back. “Now lay right there for nanny while I get you nice and clean. Jess cringed as she saw her grab a package of baby wipes and come towards her. She wanted to make a ran for it, but her body didn’t respond.
The wipes were cold as they were used to clean up where the wet towel had done so earlier. The woman kept talking as she worked. “You may look 18 years old, but deep down you’re just a sniveling little rug rat that still sucks on her paci, and needs her didees changed.”
Jess felt her eyes watering and started to swing her arms around, the balloon still attached to her wrist made quiet bopping sounds as it hit the wall of the cramped trailer. But nothing she did stopped the diaper from being put on. She felt it slide under her butt, she looked up in time to see a cloud of baby powder poofed onto her vagina. “Noooo! Stop please! No diaper!” she mumbled from behind her pacifier.
“Oh hush baby. Enjoy this, it’s not like it’s going to be the last time you’re going to have your diaper changed.” Jess stopped struggling and looked at the woman in shock. It was enough of a break to let her get one side taped on tight. “Oh, did baby think she would be allowed to grow up soon?” Jess stated to struggle again but the other side was quickly taped as well. “There we go, a nice dry diaper. Time for your pants and we can let you go home, sit up baby.”
Jess quietly sat up, surprised that she could move again, but when she tried to stand she found she couldn’t. She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked down at the bundle of white plastic now surrounding her girlie parts. She wanted to rip it off, but for some reason she couldn’t get bring herself to do it. She looked up to see a pair of pink pants being held up in front of her. After a few seconds she realized they were actually bib overalls.
The pants were set next to her on the bed and Jess was told to take her shirt off. Jess tried not to, but it was as if her body wasn’t under her control. She reached down, grabbed the shirt and pulled it off over her head. She dropped it on the floor and was given another to put on in it’s place. She pulled it over her head and was surprised to see it had a flap on it.
“Lay down baby, let nanny help you.”
Again her body did as instructed. She heard several loud snaps as the flap was snapped to the front of the shirt. She spread her legs and looked down at the woman as she grabbed the pants and started sliding her legs into them.
“Now relax honey. We’re almost down here.”
Jess wanted to kick her legs, but instead they went limp and the pants were slid easily up her legs and onto her waist. Her fear was slowly being replaced by the humiliation at being dressed like a toddler in a diaper. “Please! Stop. I don’t want this! I’m sorry!”
But her pleas were ignored. She was told to sit up, and the bib straps were adjusted and snapped closed over her shirt. “There we go. All done. Can you stand for nanny?”
Jess blushed again as she stood, the bulk of the diaper felt odd between her legs. She took a few steps towards the door and stopped. She looked down at herself, and then up at the balloon still floating above her. She started to shake her head wildly back and forth.
“Aww, what’s the matter baby? Scared of going out into the big world and leaking? Don’t worry you’ll be fine for a few hours.” When Jess started to whine behind the pacifier nanny turned around and started searching for something. “I know what you want.” She stopped searching and stood up. “Here we go, baby probably wants her bottle.”
“Noooooo….” Jess drew it out into a whine. She started to talk so fast the woman couldn’t understand her.
“How bout you pull that paci out for a few minutes and you tell me quietly what’s wrong?”
Jess was surprised when she opened her mouth and it fell out freely. She rubbed the spit from her lips and started calmly talking to her. “I’m sorry. I don’t want this. Please, I’ll be good, just let me go! I don’t want to be turned into a baby!”
“Oh but don’t worry. You won’t be turned into a baby.” Jess visibly relaxed. “You’ll just act like one.”
Jess tensed up again, she almost felt like throwing up, “Nooo! Please, give me another chance! I’ll do anything.”
“Oh ANYTHING? I see. What would a little baby like you have to offer?”
Jess blushed again, every time the woman called her a baby the word felt like it pushed her back. No not back, down. Like it made her feel shorter every time she heard it. “Please. I don’t want to be stuck in diapers! I want to be normal! I just want to leave okay. Like nothing happened!”
“Baby,” Jess felt that weird feeling again. “I think it’s time you put that paci back in. And we rejoined your friend.”
Jess tried to fight it, but her right hand picked up the hanging pacifier and slipped it into her mouth. She started sucking on it right away. The woman walked in front of her and opened the door, then grabbed Jess’s left hand and pulled her out and into the sunlight.
Trish had been about the open the door. It seemed like it was taking to long to just change a pair of wet pants for dry ones. She heard the door start to open and stepped back down onto the ground. Trish casually looked at her watch then back up to see Jess emerge behind the lady. She stared wide eyed at what Jess was wearing.
The woman just smiled as she handed a bag containing Jess’s wet pants and shirt from earlier. “She looked so cute in the pants, that I decided to change her shirt to match. Isn’t she a little cutie pie?”
Trish looked at her friend and could see the fear in her eyes. “Yeah… She sure is.”
The lady pinched Jess’s checks and made funny faces at her. “She’s such a cute BABY isn’t she?”
Trish felt uncomfortable. She could she Jess twitch as ‘baby” was uttered. “Yes she is.”
The woman stopped and looked Trish right in the eyes. “She’s what?”
Trish felt her gaze bore into her. “She’s a cute baby?”
The woman smiled and went back to teasing the poor girl, “Yes she is isn’t she?” She stood up and stepped away from Jess, gently pushing her towards Trish. “Well here ya go. All nice and clean. Better get her home before she makes an even bigger mess.”
“Er, thanks. See ya later.” Trish felt Jess grab her hand, and start to pull her as fast as she could away from the crazy woman and her trailer. This time the crowd seemed to push back as they tried to go through, Trish could feel herself step on others feet as Jess just pushed her way through, and kept dragging her along behind. Trish was having a hard time, and started to struggle because Jess wasn’t slowing down. Trish pulled back, and spoke up, “Slow down Jess. I need a breather.”
But Jess acted like she didn’t hear her. She pulled Trish along as fast as her diaper allowed her to walk. She tried to ignore the stares of strangers as she ran past. She imagined everyone could see her diaper, the crowd started to thin and she could see the end of the rows of tents and games. As she got closer she felt her fear start to wane.
Trish finally pulled her hand free and stopped, “Jess, I’ve got to sit for a sec.”
Jess frantically looked around, then at her friend, “Please, just a little further.”
But Trish didn’t listen, she had found a low bench and sat down. “Geez, relax baby. It’s not that much further. Just give me a sec for my legs.”
“Trish, noooooo.” Jess shook her head slowly, then pointed towards the open space past the tents. “Just another 50 yards, come on!”
Trish motioned for Jess to get closer to her. “Why don’t we pull that pacifier out so you can talk clearer?” She reached out and pulled it free with a pop.
Jess’s face took on a look of horror, she grabbed it and put it right back in. She sucked on it rapidly for a few seconds then looked at Trish, “Trish I can’t stop sucking on it. That bitch- oh!” She stopped talking as a weird feeling overcame her. IT felt like it eased and she tried again “That bi-”, but she stopped again.
Trish went from confused to concerned. “Relax! Remember what got us into this mess. Don’t say things like that here!”