T_T_T
You had a roll of lime green felt that you had thought about making a cape or a cloak with, but now seemed perfect for Bow Kid’s cardigan. It the same shade as Bow Kid’s super cute PJs.
Printing the pattern out, you then had to tape it together because mum didn’t have a big enough printer, then you and Bow Kid went to work cutting out the various parts.
“So, you pin it like this,” you say, showing Bow Kid how to pin the paper to the fabric. She watches carefully and then mimics the process. “Yeah, like that.”
You end up moving into the lounge where there’s more space. Mum makes some suggestions rearranging each of the pieces.
“There, now you won’t waste any fabric,” she declares.
You could see how they fic together better, sort of like —
“Like a jigsaw puzzle!” Bow Kid says, thinking along the same lines.
Mum laughs.
“Exactly.”
It’s getting dark outside as mum puts some dinner together. You’re explaining how you make clothes inside-out when mum says dinner is ready.
“Thank you, Hat Kid’s mummy!” says Bow Kid as she eats the spaghetti bolognese.
“No problem, sweetie. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
You’re about done when Bow Kid loudly yawns.
“It’s been a really long day, hasn’t it?” mum asks her. Bow Kid nods. “I think you two should have an early bed tonight.”
You grumble a bit, but tone it down when you realise Bow Kid is looking apologetically at you. You don’t want her to think you were angry at her.
“Do we have to?” you say instead.
Mum pretends to think on it. You know she’s way faster than that though.
“Hmm, how about you two get ready for bed, and then you can stay up a little bit longer, working on your amazing crafts things?”
You look brightly at Bow Kid who seems happy at the idea. You nod at mum and get up from the table. You hold Bow Kid’s hand as you go to your room with her. As you do, it suddenly hits you that you’ll probably be in a nappy soon. It suddenly seems real, and embarrassing. But at the same time, it sounds nice and will also make Bow Kid happy.
Maybe your unease is really obvious, because Bow Kid looks at you comfortingly.
“You okay?” she asks.
You shrug.
“Just wondering,” you say. But Bow Kid is clearly waiting for more. “It’s just about… nappies.”
“Oh —” Bow Kid frowns slightly. “You don’t want to… anymore?” she asks timidly.
You shake your head.
“No, I… do, it’s just… I dunno what happens.”
“Oh — well you just lie there and mummy — your mummy — does it.”
Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. Mum soon pokes in you head.
“Did my darling daughter ask you?” mum asks lightly.
It takes a moment for Bow Kid to realise what she means.
“Yep.”
“Well, just bring your PJs through to the lounge, you two, and I’ll get you ready.”
She disappears while you go red in the face, remembering again what was about to happen. You grab your PJs as Bow Kid pulls out her cat-eared PJs. You stare for a moment, wondering if you could make some PJs like that. Bow Kid notices you staring, however. She looks ponderous for a moment.
“Do you want to trade PJs?” she asks.
“Your PJs for mine?”
“Yeah.”
It sounds like a really cool idea, but your PJs are really plain in comparison.
“Mine aren’t very interesting though.”
Bow Kid smiles and shrugs.
“ I think you’ll look cute in them,” she declares. “So, I want to see you in them.”
You blush at the praise. There’s no way you’d say no to your friend.
“Okay.”
When the pair of you march into the living room, mum is reading her book again, waiting.
“So, who will be first?”
You glance at Bow Kid and you see her make a decision.
“I’ll go,” she offers.
As she stands up, mum grabs the big packets of nappies that was sitting on the floor next to the couch, ripping open the packaging as she did.
“Lie down on the carpet, honey.”
Mum unfolds the nappy as Bow Kid puts her PJs on the coffee table and lies down. She catches your eyes as she waits, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face as she does. Meanwhile, the nappy now unfolded, mum sets it aside before pulling up Bow Kid’s blue dress. You can see Bow Kid lift her bum slightly as your mum pulls off her undies and then slips the nappy under her.
You probably shouldn’t, but you were immensely curious, watching us mum folded the nappy up over your friend, and then with one hand on the front of the nappy, pulled each side up over, sticking it them into place.
“How’s that feel?” mum asked.
“All good,” Bow Kid replied.
“Want help with your PJs?”
“Um — okay,” Bow Kid replied with slight uncertainty.
Mum smiles at her, reaching for the bundle of clothes. Picking up the trackies, mum shares a knowing look with you before threading Bow Kid’s feet through the holes. Bow Kid lifts her nappied bottom as mum pulls the trackies up over her, before doing the cord up for her in a bow. She then helped Bow Kid upright and helped pull the dress up over Bow Kid’s head before helping her with the t-shirt.
You could remember back to a time when mum still helped you dress like that, and while maybe you wouldn’t want to do it all the time, it did seem nice to do at least occasionally.
“So, you’re the cute kitty cat tonight?” mum asked you.
You blush faintly.
“Yep.”
Mum smiled at you.
“Well, come on then, lets get you ready.”
You suddenly realise your heart is pounding. It’s a mixture of crazy embarrassing and at the same time it seems really nice to be looked after. Having to think about it, you put a foot forward and walk over. Lying down in front of mum, you wonder if there’s anything you need to do. You’re in shorts and not a dress, so does that complicate things.
Looking up, mum unfolds the nappy and lays it next to you. You try not to think too much about it as mum unbuttons your shorts, so you look to your side at the nappy. Reaching out, you lift it up slightly, letting you see the pastel pink and blue design of Minnie Mouse. Realising how cute it is, your heart seems to swell slightly, enough that you barely think about mum tugging off your undies.
When you look up, you notice that Bow Kid is sitting next to you, looking at you with a reassuring smile. At the sound of tape, you look down to see mum finishing up. The nappy around your is tight but secure.
“Can you pass me the PJs?” Mum asks Bow Kid before looking down at you with a soft smile. “It’s been a few years, but I still remember how I used to do up your nappy.”
You blush at the mention, averting your eyes to follow the PJs being passed over you. Mum holds them up for a second to get them around the right way and then pulls the zipper down. Flipping them around again, you remember the zipper goes at the back on Bow Kid’s jammies. Then, mum threads your feet through the holes.
Pulling them up to your thighs, mum pulls you upright and then gets to her feet, pulling you so you’re standing. She tugs the PJs up over your nappy before lifting your t-shirt up over your head. Your try to get your arms through the arm holes, but the back-opening clothes are a bit unusual to you and you struggle slightly to Bow Kid’s giggle. Soon, mum helps you with them, and then turning around, mum pulls the zipper up over your nappy and up to your collar.
“All done. How does that feel?” mum asks.
You squirm slightly in your nappy and onesie. You can feel the slightly bulk of the nappy between your lets and you’re sure the PJs are holding the nappy securely against you. It feels nice though — nice and secure.
Not sure how to voice it however, you nod. Glancing at Bow Kid, she gives you a thankful smile, stepping closer to you. She pulls you into a hug which you easily return affectionately.
T_T_T
Mum’s doing something on her computer while you sit cross-legged on your padded bottom. The nappy securely around you is nice. Looking over at Bow Kid (her bow needed readjusting after changing into her PJs), you can see the top of her nappy peeking out of her waistband. She yawns and catches your eyes, smiling at you before turning back to her careful fabric cutting.
“Does your mum do it the same?” you ask.
Bow Kid thinks for a moment.
“Sometimes,” she replies. “But sometimes I get my own undies off first.”
Knowing mum will send you both to bed soon, you decide to find out if there’s a movie on TV, because then you might get to stay up later. Bow Kid perks up as you fiddle with the remote and start browsing through the channels. It doesn’t take long to find Finding Nemo.
“Have you seen this?” you ask Bow Kid.
“I think so,” she replies uncertainly.
Her eyes on the TV, she puts down her scissors. It doesn’t take long for Bow Kid to find herself enjoying the movie. It’s cut short by an ad break. Bow Kid frowns.
“I hate ads,” she grumbles.
It’s the strongest denouncement you’ve ever heard her made. You think for a moment.
“I think we’ve got the DVD of this,” you say, getting to your feet.
Going over to the shelf, you scan the titles until you find.
“Here!” you say, pulling it out. You quickly load up the DVD and have the movie going before the annoying adverts are even over. “Wanna sit on the couch?” you ask.
Looking up from where she was laying on the floor, Bow Kid nods and gets up to join you. You cuddle next to her to enjoy the film.
By the time Marlin and Dory are trying to carry the mask with the address on it, mum comes into the lounge room to tell you it’s time for bed.
“But mum, we’re watching a movie,” you say.
Mum sighs.
“Okay, but you have to go straight to bed afterwards,” she says. As you nod, she picks up the remote, pausing the film. “But I want you two to brush your teeth now.”
You and Bow Kid agree, and get up to brush your teeth. As you do so, you watch Bow Kid yawn again. She looks a bit tired, but is still smiling. Soon you’re back on the couch cuddling.
T_T_T
As you watch Nemo tell the school of fish to swim down to escape the net, you glance at Bow Kid only to realise she’s fast asleep on your shoulder. She’s always cute, but again you’re reminded how cute she is sleeping. You barely notice the credits rolling as you watch her, cuddle against her side. It’s comfy.
“Now, it’s time for bed,” mum says, making you jump slightly.
She’s smiling, but you can tell she won’t be up for any more arguments about staying up — and to be fair, Bow Kid is asleep, or was as she blinks the tiredness out of her eyes.
“Time for bed?” she asks tiredly.
“Yep.”
As you stand up, she follows slightly more unsteadily. Mum is waiting, obviously intent on making sure you do go to bed.
“Do you need a change, sweetie?” Mum asks as you get to your room.
Looking over your shoulder in confusion, you’re pretty certain you hadn’t used your nappy.
“I’m okay,” say Bow Kid quietly.
Mum gives her a kind smile.
“If you’re wet, you will need a change.”
Bow Kid shuffles slightly at your side.
“Well…”
“Let me get you a fresh nappy.”
Mum urns back towards the lounge room and after a moment wondering where you should go, decide to guide Bow Kid to your room. Turning your light on, you think you can see Bow Kid’s nappy bugling slightly. She’s blushing embarrassedly, so you pull her into a hug.
“Lay down on the bed and I’ll get you into a dry nappy.”
Looking at mum, you can see two nappies, however.
“Do you need a change too, sweetie?”
“Oh, um — I’m dry,” you say, blushing.
At those words, it occurs to you that you do need to go to the loo, but isn’t that’s what your nappy is for?
Mum accepts your words as Bow Kid lays down. Rather than pull the trackies off, mum only pulls them down to her knees, exposing the visibly wet nappy. There’s enough room then for mum to untape it and put a fresh nappy underneath her. Soon, Bow Kid is securely taped up in a dry nappy.
There’s a round of goodnights as mum turns off the light.
T_T_T
“You okay?” Bow Kid asks, you’re not sure how long later.
You hadn’t gotten to sleep yet, the discomfort in your bladder having risen to the point where you just couldn’t. You knew you just had to go in your nappy, but for some reason you just couldn’t. You had initially thought it was the fact you were on your side, cuddling with Bow Kid, your legs mostly together, so you fidgeted and squirmed, lifting your legs so there was space to go. But you still couldn’t.
You feel guilty knowing your movement kept Bow Kid up.
“I need to pee,” you admit after a moment.
“Oh,” Bow Kid replies. You can see you eyes shine even in the low light. “Like, you want to get up and go to the loo?”
You were supposed to say yes, but you know Bow Kid sometimes goes because it’s easier. She admitted that last sleepover, and for the same reasons don’t want to.
“No.” You try to think. “I just can’t go,” you admit quietly.
You can see Bow Kid chew her lip, clearly thinking.
“The — the first time I tried to go, it was hard,” she admitted. “It was like I knew I wasn’t supposed to go there.”
“Oh,” you say in understanding. That made sense.
“It’s… easier on your back,” suggest Bow Kid.
Untangling yourself from her, you roll on to your back, your bladder ending warning signals as you do even though you can’t go. You try to relax and go again, but it’s still hard. You are aware of Bow Kid next to you, awake, and wonder if that makes it harder. After a few moments however, she shuffles closer to you.
“Try to imagine you’re on the toilet,” she says sleepily.
You close your eyes and try to tell yourself that, slowly relaxing. After a few seconds, you suddenly feel a spurt escape you. You freeze and the flow halts in its tracks. You can feel the little bit of encouraging wetness and try again. You can imagine your toes brushing to cool tiled floor and the slight chill of the room, and slowly the flow begins.
It’s a relief on your aching bladder, and you add some encouraging pressure. You can feel the liquid hit your nappy, some of it splashing back. It runs down between your legs and down your bum, pooling on top of the padding slightly. It’s warm and your can feel the nappy swell between your legs, the flow seeming to go on forever.
You sigh, your bladder happy, as the flow drops to a trickle. You lay there happily for several minutes before reaching for your nappy and giving it an experimental squish with your fingers. It’s warm hugs you nicely. Rolling and cuddling back up to Bow Kid, the warm nappy squishing between your thighs, before drifting off to sleep.
T_T_T
The next morning you wake to Bow Kid watching you, a smile on her face. It’s a nice sight to wake to.
“Sleep well?” she asks.
“Yeah,” you happily reply, your arms tightening around her.
“You’re wet?”
Though you doubt Bow Kid can see it wish your face in her t-shirt, you blush at her words.
“Yeah,” you say again.
Bow Kid lightly giggles.
“Thanks,” she says honestly. “Thanks for… being my friend.”
You hum positively at her words, your face still in her shirt, when something warm and wet touches your forehead. You blink up at a slightly blushing Bow Kid and realise she kissed you on the forehead. You smile back reassuringly.
“It was —” You want to say it’s nice being in a nappy, but instead settle on, “— nice to not have to get out of bed to… you know.”
Bow Kid nods, chewing her lips.
“I’m — I’m actually dry.”
“Is that common?” you ask.
Bow Kid shakes her head.
“Not really. I need to go, though.”
You wonder for a moment if she’ll just go there, but a thought occurs to you.
“I’ve got a weird question,” you start with.
“I trust you; you can ask me anything, Hat Kid.”
It makes you feel warm to know she trusts you that much. You try to muster up your courage. It is weird though.
“Can I… watch?” you ask timidly, your face going red. “I — I’m curious… what it looks like.”
Bow Kid goes red in the face too, chewing her lip nervously. As you begin to cringe, wondering why you even asked that , Bow Kid nods.
“If it’s too embarrassing…” you suggest.
Bok Kid shakes her head.
“No, it’s… okay,” she replies, looking deep in thought. “Do you need to go, again?”
You squirm. You probably could.
“Yeah.”
“Can I… watch?” she asks.
It seems fair. You nod.
“Do we get up?” you ask.
You’re not sure what to do, but you guess Bow Kid needs to take her trackies off, and you… need to get the onesie off. As you watch Bow Kid get out of bed, you can see her nappy peeking out of her waist band again. You do the same, standing upright with a wet nappy bulging between your legs.
Clenching your thighs together, you can squeeze the wet mass between your legs. It’s still comfortably warm.
“Um — can you help me?” you ask to Bow Kid’s confusion. “With the zipper?”
You meet Bow Kid halfway, at the foot of your bed. Turning around, you let her unzip you. You can feel the tightness of the fabric over your nappy go away as the zipper moves, suddenly making the nappy feel heavier on your hips.
Turning around with the onesie mostly still on, you find Bow Kid kicking off her trackies. She’s blushing and fidgeting nervously. Deciding to get it over with, you shrug off the sleeves and push the onesie down, steeping out of it. You feel as nervous as Bow Kid looks, standing there in just a wet nappy.
“What do we do?” you ask.
Bow Kid is still chewing her lip.
“Maybe… squat down?”
You slowly do so, the Nappy beginning to feel like it’s hanging below you as Bow Kid does the same. Her nappy is obviously dry.
Suddenly, you feel like you might loose you balance and fall onto your padded bum, but Bow Kid’s hand reaches out to grab you. You hold her hand and meet her eyes.
“Can we —” Bow Kid draws in a deep breath. “I don’t think I can hold it for much longer,” she admits, a touch to of desperation in her voice.
You nod.
This position is way easier than last night, and with the already wet nappy, it feels much easier to just let it out.
Watching Bow Kid’s nappy, she pulls up her t-shirt, giving you a better view. It’s almost weird to see, but the wrinkled nappy starts to expand, the outer plastic going taught. From your own nappy is the audible tinkle of the liquid splashing inside.
Bow kid is red in the face, her breathing deep, and so is your own you realise.
She suddenly lets out a relieved sigh, closing her eyes, her nappy looking heaving and hanging on her waist. She does this little wiggle, causing the bulk to swing slightly. She has an embarrassed but pleased smile on her face when she meets your eyes.
“All done?” she asks.
You nod and you both carefully get to your feet, the nappy feeling even heavier.
Suddenly, you’re both laughing.
T_T_T
Bow Kid puts her dress back on, still wearing her wet nappy underneath. You think about putting your shorts from last night on, wondering if they’d even fit over your nappy when Bow Kid holds up her PJs.
“It’s cute,” she insists.
You take her word for it as she zips you up, the onesie making your nappy feel more secure as you both head out into the lounge room.